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This morning was one of those mornings where the timing of everything was tight as a tick. Russ was in Philly so I had to get Carter to school early in order to make my eight AM appointment with my trainer. Carter is never happy when I have to take her to school on training days. The complaints about having to get up early and lose precious sleeping time are to be expected from a teenager who is already sleep deprived.

Not only was I going to have to take Carter to school I also needed to stop at Bogangles to buy Bo Berry biscuits for Carter’s advisory for their end of year treat when they would be presenting their gift to their advisor, appropriately named Mr. Bo. Adding that stop to our morning meant that Carter was going to have to be ready at 7:30.

I think the promise of Bo Berry biscuits helped get Carter to the car at 7:28, which was an unheard of two-minute gain in the race against the clock. We pulled out the driveway and hit every green light. Not being a regular Bogangles customer I arrived at what I thought was the drive-in area and discovered a line of orange cones guarding the entrance and was forced to circle the building to come at the drive-thru speaker from the far side. As I pulled around the building a women in a white Honda drove quickly around the orange cones and butt in front of me.

It was one of those obnoxious moves that one might expect from someone from a different state. I obviously have been living here long enough that I did not lay on my horn, but instead took the opportunity to tell Carter never to do that herself when she gets her drivers license. The woman in the Honda looked sheepishly at me from her side mirror as she ordered her $3.79 biscuit and coffee. I thought it was just as well she snuck in front of us because I was sure our order of 20 biscuits was going to take a while.

The line, though long, moved quickly. When I finally reached the human interaction window with my $20 bill in my hand ready to fork over the $17.79 to pay, the man in the window told me that the woman in the car in front of me had paid for my order. “My gosh, I bet she was a surprised about how much it was,” I said. The Bo man replied, “No, she asked how much it was before she paid for it.”

So much for my thinking she was not such a nice person. Feeling guilty I paid for the order for the guy behind me. It was all of $3. I hope the Honda woman had a nice day because she certainly restored my faith in human kind. Rarely does someone come up with an apology that stops me in my tracks, but she certainly did.