When I was 19, I enrolled at and attended, for about 2 weeks, an institution of higher learning in Montgomery. I had a friend who went to the same school and one night we decided it would be a good idea for us to ride together. So, we made plans to meet in Wetumpka at the Winn Dixie parking lot (where else?) at 7:00 AM.
At that point in my life, actually having and holding down a job for more than just a few days wasn’t something I put a lot of emphasis on(think Mountasia miniature golf for 2 days, but that’s another story). I got there a little early that day. Getting up early was not something I did a lot of then so I wanted to be sure I wasn’t late. I pulled into the parking lot and, not seeing David yet, pulled into a parking space and waited.
Within 10 minutes I saw him pulling into the parking lot. He obviously didn’t see me because he pulled into a parking spot several spaces away from me and in a different row altogether. I took a deep breath, opened the door and began to sleepily shuffle over to his car.
I open the door, flop down into the passenger seat, close the door and say, “Man, I’m gonna’ have to get used to getting up this early. I’m tired.” For the next 7 or 8 seconds there was complete silence. Which doesn’t seem like a long time until you read the next part of my story. After those seconds had passed, I turned and looked at David to see what was the matter. Only it wasn’t David. Sitting, staring at me, with a half bewildered, half afraid look on his face was…some guy I’d never seen before!
Without missing a beat, I said, “If you see David Phillips, tell him I’ll be waiting for him in my car.” With that, I got out and walked back to my car to wait for David. It took me a year before I ever shared that with anyone. I don’t know if there is a moral to this story or not. Apparently not, but it did fill up a little space for now.
Hopefully, I’ll have something that is actually a little interesting later this evening.