Awhile back, I did a post on "heart songs". One of those songs is called Whiskey in the Jar, and the version I referred to is played by Metallica on the album Garage Inc. When I listen to the album, a few people always come to mind. One of those people I hadn't seen in almost ten years, and we did not part on good terms. I was a spoiled brat, and an idiot on top of it. Who wants to stick around for that?
Anyway. I worked the Nationwide race at the Kentucky Speedway as an usher back in June. I was working another usher's section, when I came face to face with this person, blinked, and he was gone. I thought I'd imagined it and had put it out of my mind. I couldn't help thinking that I was supposed to say something to him, and had blown it. I prayed about it, and figured I wouldn't see him anytime soon as I had been told he'd moved out of state some time ago.
This past Friday, I decided to drive across town to clear my head and get some lunch at the west side McDonald's (yes, it is faster). I was in line at the drive through when I noticed two guys walking across the parking lot (from behind me) into MickeyD's (in front of me). One of them was wearing a floppy hat just like the guy at the race. One of the guys (most likely his boss), stepped into some gum. Floppy hat guy laughed and smoked just like he always had. I kind of laughed to myself until I realized that it WAS him! And I was stuck in the drive through!! And I was blowing my second chance!!!
I paid for my food and got my food just as they reached the doors. I turned to be sure my hunch was right and I'm 99% sure he saw and recognized me. The right thing to do would have been to find a parking space and go talk. Instead, I drove back to work and it has been bothering me ever since.
So, I'm praying for a third chance.
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