Confession time

Tonight, even after much reminding from Bekah (she said she knew it was going to happen - she's usually right about these things) before, and while, I drove her to work, I forgot to pick her up. She phoned, but Genevieve and I were in the back, where there is no phone, watching "12" (as amazing movie, by the way - maybe I'll review it later), so we didn't hear it. For an hour and a half she stood out in the cold and waited. Then she walked to a place she knew, but no one was home there neither. She went back to The Hut and waited some more. People drove by. Even the police. No one stopped to ask. It was 11:30 pm (It's along movie. 160 minutes. This is no excuse I know. Just saying.) when finally a friend drove by, picked her up, and brought her home.

There's not much you can say when you're wrong, and it's just so obvious. I can remember one night when I was  home alone, mom and dad were out somewhere, and it was getting late. No one seemed to be around. That's the way it felt. And just a few nights before we'd watched this "end times" movie, "A Thief in the Night." It's the classic story of the rapture of the saints - 2nd coming of Christ - leaving all the unsaved behind. The longer I waited, the more sure I was that the rapture had happened and that I had been left behind. Finally I walked out of the house and walked down the street to some friends of my parents who I believed were Christians. The relief I felt when I saw the lights on! Still, I walked up to the door, rang the bell, and waited. I wonder what I looked like to Mrs. Zacharias when she answered the door. I bet I didn't look as forlorn and disappointed as Bekah did when she walked in tonight.

Epic fail. Now I believe it will take some time to make this up to her. I guess the upside of it, for her, is that guilt-trips are powerful, and one of us just logged a lot of miles.

Ride to 75 and back (32 ks):    Temp 20'C Wind S 20ks