After picking up my youngest daughter, Cakes, from work, I dropped off some bill payments at the Post Office and headed to the Apple store.
I want to finish reviewing the past year so we could continue our celebration of Thanksgiving and all of it is safely recorded on my laptop and my back up hard drive. Both of those items are being held hostage in the bowels of the Apple store.
I told the person who greeted me that I wanted to see if my laptop was finished.
The woman disappeared for several minutes and came back with some surprising information:
“We are still waiting for parts!”
“Waiting for parts!? You guys have had this since last Thursday and I was told 3-5 days.”
“It is next in line.”
“I was told that on Wednesday.”
I then asked if I could take my back up hard drive home and copy the needed information onto our iMac and then return it to the store.
Her initial response was not all that positive so I decided to exert a little moral suasion:
“Look, my second daughter is coming in tonight and all of the memories of our time together last year are on that hard drive.”
I eventually prevailed.
As we were driving home, Cakes broke the silence and said, “What did you mean by your second daughter is coming in?”
That really caught me off guard. My mind was scrambling…
Did she read the blog post?
She couldn’t have. I just picked her up…
So I did what any smart father would have done…I played dumb!
She said well you told the woman at the Apple store…
I writhed as an agonizing pain started shooting through my brain and my heart!
I BLEW IT! Six hours before she landed and I blew it!
Oh, well, we almost made it.
