Even though I had decided not to mention it, I have since concluded that it's a story that needs to be remembered (mostly for its comic timing) and hence will record it here. I've discovered that as soon as I write something down I promptly forget all about it and only remember when re-reading through old posts. So has my brain become mush as I've aged.
Myself and some others were set to attend a memorial service on Saturday.
Unfortunately, our driver was horridly ill with a virus and we left for the drive a little later than we'd planned.
Fortunately, the driver is fast and we shaved some time on the interstate, even catching up to some friends as they drove!
Unfortunately, it was mid afternoon and there were hungry people in the party.
Fortunately, we stopped at a classic burger drive in with terrific fries.
Unfortunately, the drive-in did not have a bathroom and some of us were forced to drive around an unfamiliar part of town looking for one.
Fortunately, with everyone sated, we drove to the service with twenty minutes to spare.
Unfortunately, we found out when we arrived that we were actually fifteen minutes late.
Fortunately, the family didn't seem overly upset with us for our mistimed arrival.
Unfortunately, the service had been held up until we arrived.
More unfortunately, some of us had anticipated having time to change clothes once we arrived and were mildly mortified to realize that would no longer be possible.
Most unfortunately, with a churchful of persons looking on (likely disdainfully; I don't know, I avoided eye-contact with everyone) we were led down the center aisle and seated in the front row.
I must admit that my poker face has gotten better because I don't believe my cheeks even flushed with the mortification that the situation called forth.
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