Let's say that you're running late to make it to the story-time at the library and so, without thinking, you set a stack of, oh, let's say 15 books on the passenger seat.
Driving down the street, you stop faster at an intersection than you should because you are, in fact, running late. The faster-than-should-be stop sends the stack of nearly forgotten books cascading to the floor of your car, where (because you, let's face it, are just not as agile as you once were...) "Sponge Bob: Who's Hungry?" becomes indefinitely wedged.
After fighting tooth and nail to rescue the book from the clutches of the wasteland that is the shadowy depths of your car, you finally make it into the library. It is here that you find out (20 minutes too late...) that the story-telling librarian has moved the location of the reading from the designated "Story-Time Room" to an event room down the hall due to outstanding attendance at that particular library, on that particular day.
I would really hate that.
I would say, "I'm so sorry friend that I wasn't there to give you a shoulder to cry on." I still love you and hope that never happens to you. I'm sorry I didn't make it today, I got up and was not in the mood to get dressed from p.j.'s, also the boy that washes my cars came again today, so needless to say I wussed out on ya. See ya tonight.
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