this morning #237.

this morning, she was just about to throw up her hands and head on home when her coffee date finally walked through the door almost a half hour late. strike one. right off the bat, she was subjected to some sorrys & some stories to explain away the delay. excuses, mainly. strike two. once that was all out of the way, she started to get a chance to know this woman who had kept her waiting, this woman who had tried to justify her tardiness. this woman with a charmingly dorky laugh & an interesting life & a knack for asking questions. this woman who she gladly had a second cup of coffee & split a muffin with. this woman who made her laugh & smile. strike three never came.