These are in the oven. The world is looking brighter compared to last night’s fiasco.
You see, I was rushing from one lesson to another. I knew I had a one hour block to get to my next lesson, and I knew that every minute was crucial.
However, the tram that I was supposed to ride did not. If I spoke Hungarian I could tell you the exact reason why the tram decided not to venture in the direction I needed to go, but the announcement was beyond my comprehension.
There was no bus going my way- shockingly- and so it was me and my heels on our own. We ran/walked the two miles, in the freezing cold, through the snow, uphill, dodging bullets…. okay, okay. The last three are not true, but boy, oh boy, did they feel true.
I arrived with fifteen minutes to spare; apparently I’m really fast in heels! I asked the receptionist what room my lesson would be in and she said that my student had just called to cancel. A certain Alanis Morisette song started playing in my head. I went to the restroom and looked in the mirror at my disheveled appearance. My eyes were bloodshot, my hair a mess, and I was downright tired from a long week. I looked like a stoner in heels.
So, I threw in the towel, went home, and spent the evening with my hubby.