You 're moments late to literally everything . You watch busses pull away as you run behind them , girls get asked out as you walk up to them , and you have never caught a green light . One day though , you arrive on time . [ WP ]

I check my schedule again. And yes, before you ask, I *did* indeed draw up a schedule to make sure that I made it to dinner on time with my friends. Arrive home at 5:30. Half an hour to get ready. 15 minutes to drive to the restaurant. And two hours of leeway to account for anything that could possibly ( and definitely would ) go wrong. I ’ d tried telling my friends about the curse, but they didn ’ t believe me. They thought I was just lazy and absent-minded. Tonight, I was going to prove them wrong. 
 
 I get home at 5:40. That ’ s OK; just ten minutes behind. Time to get ready. I head into the bathroom and twist the knob on the shower. The shower head sputters and spits out a bit of water, then something within the wall *clunks*. The whole house seems to groan, and the water slows to a trickle. That ’ s fine; I don ’ t *need* to take a shower; I'll just do my hair and makeup. Then I can ’ t find my curling iron. Then I ’ m out of blush. “ Forget it! ” I finally announce to no one in particular. “ I don ’ t need to get ready. ” I study myself one last time in the mirror; good enough for dinner. It ’ s not like it ’ s a date with my soul mate or anything. And it ’ s already seven, so I don ’ t really have a choice. 
 
 I walk past the bus stop. I don ’ t even bother with those anymore. I can wait at a stop for an *hour* and see no sign of any bus, and then the second I hail a cab to get to whatever I ’ m already late for, a bus will pull up right behind me. Instead, I go right to my car. Driving is a concern for me because of *parking*. I can ’ t tell you how many blocks I have circled trying to find a spot. And the worst part is all of the cars that pull out of spots *right behind me*, but then those spots are already taken by the time I manage to circle back. But tonight is different. Tonight, I ’ ll pay for a valet. Problem solved, right? 
 
 Traffic is fucking terrible, as expected. I ’ m like that cartoon character being followed by a raincloud, but for me it is either road construction or a car accident that causes significant delays. But tonight, it ’ s both. *Perfect*. Luckily I have planned for this, and I ’ ve got *three* alternate routes planned. They can ’ t *all* be blocked off, right?? 
 
 Well, they were. But fortunately not *too* badly, because I pull up in front of the restaurant at 8:12 PM, with three minutes to spare! A new record!! 
 
 I dash into the waiting area of the restaurant to see five of my friends waiting. Each one of them gives me the head-to-toe glance that says “ she came out looking like *that*? ” Noticing my half-done makeup, flat hair, and slightly wrinkled outfit. “ I made it! ” I announce to all of them. “ I got here on time! ” 
 
 Jess laughed. “ Yeah, good job, Sarah. You made it on time like a real adult. ” 
 
 “ But… the curse! My shower broke, and there was traffic… ” 
 
 The other girls rolled their eyes. “ Typical Sarah. ” 

