Morning all. I forgot I needed to get up earlier to water the garden. I’ll try to remember in the morning. So the garden watered, the coffee is brewing, lets go and get started on the morning writing prompt. So timers at the ready. fingers wiggled and woken. writing implement of choice chosen and off we go. Don’t stop writing for fifteen minutes.
An interesting way to start the week. a man who tried to do the right thing and now has no other choice but to push forward past nice. I’d need to work out details and his relationship with the man who misses meetings, but it could be fun to play around with at some point.
Monday, May 15th: My patience was almost exhausted.
My patience was almost exhausted. I sat in the waiting room, for the third time this month and tried not to stare at the clock. It took forever to get a meeting scheduled as I had to track him down and deal with all of his efforts to put off scheduling anything. I thought when we finally got something on the books it would be settled. After all the conversation wouldn’t take long. It would be fairly straightforward, at least I expected straightforward.
Now I was not so sure.
I arrived at that first meeting, filled with hope. The receptionist informed me that he was running late and had me sit in the waiting room. After an hour in the room, the phone rang and after taking it, she made excuses for her boss. Apparently he would not be coming back to his office. We rescheduled before I left.
I returned for the second meeting and the exact same thing happened. At that time I put a third meeting on his calendar. And now here I sat. I risked a glance up at the clock.
‘Fifty nine minutes,’ I thought. The minute hand ticked over. ‘One hour.’ On cue the phone on the receptionist’s desk rang. She answered it. I waited. The call ended.
“Mr. Wallace,” she said tentatively. I sighed. I reminded myself it wasn’t her fault as I stood and walked over to her desk.
“Let me guess,” I began.
“I am terribly sorry, but it seems he isn’t going to be able to make it back to the office today,” she said. “The meeting…”
“Just ran longer than expected,” I finished for her. “I know.”
She nodded and reached for the calendar. “Shall I reschedule…”
“Don’t worry about it,” I told her. I turned and left the office. I had no intention of wasting my time sitting in the waiting room for a meeting that would also be cancelled. I left the office and headed towards the car. I wondered If he understood what this meant. Would he check in with his secretary and be relieved I hadn’t made a follow up appointment? Would he think he won?
“Probably,” I told myself. If not he would expect me to ambush hm somewhere along the way. However this had been my last attempt to play nice. Deadlines were looming. Soon there would be far more official meetings. My attempts to sit down with him and go through the paperwork and make joint decisions were done. I could not wait any longer. Soon it would be beyond us.
I took out my cell phone as I walked and pulled up a number from my contacts. I pressed sent and lifted the phone to my ear as I reached the car. I placed my case on top of the car and dug my keys out of my jacket pocket as the phone rang.
“You’ve reached the Sherman and Sherman Law office, how may I direct your call? A polite voice asked.
“Robert Sherman please,” I said. I unlocked the door, opened it and picked up my case. I tossed it in the passenger’s seat and then took my place behind the wheel. I closed the door. It was time to end this. I was done playing the waiting game.
Ten til Midnight 