The Day Everthing Went Wrong

                   THE DAY EVERYTHING WENT WRONG

         It was shaping up not to be Luke’s day.  First the alarm failed to go off and he overslept.  Rushing through it, he got ready for work. Trying to shave, drink coffee, and get dressed all at once, he spilled coffee on his clean shirt and had to go get another.  Luke was not a profane man but this event wrung a single bad word out of him.

         He still might get to work on time but not if one more thing happened.  And this was looking like a day when things were going to happen.  Sure enough, Doug used the car last night and once again forgot to replenish the tank.  So now he had to make a stop for gas.  You’re right, there was a line.  He was late even starting his commute into the city.

         There was traffic.  Traffic on the parkway and worse on the throughway.  On the bridge, it seemed like everybody and his twin brother was trying to get into town today.  Luke was cursing the delay, but he was stuck.  When the cars finally started moving, he inched along across the bridge into uptown traffic.  He was going to be late and his supervisor would jump all over him with her sarcasm about how he should know by now how long his commute takes.

        Headed downtown it seemed he hit every red light in Manhattan.  He now could see his destination. He could almost look into his thirtieth floor office window but he was still sitting at another red light.

         Just as he was wondering what else could possibly go wrong, he saw it all happen.

He saw the airplane hit the tower.


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