Could lateness be a virtue? I really think it should be. I firmly believe it is a personal trait that doesn't need to be such a negative. In our society, being early or on time is revered. Being late is severely frowned upon. It seems like I spend most of my time stressing about this subject. And no matter what I do, I get bit on the BUTT! Case in point. All last week, I was early or on time all week! And I was beginning to feel pretty proud of myself. Then came Friday. I volunteered to drive a group of co-workers to a training that several of us were going to. I was one car of three. There were, I know a few people that didn't want to ride with me because they probably figured that I would be late! Well, I was going to show them. See I get teased quite regularly about my lateness, but they don't know how hard I try not to be. I was determined to prove I would be there on time if not early! So far so good, I got up at 5:30am, and showed up at exactly at 7am to pick up my passengers. They were impressed. I showed up at Starbucks at the exact same time that the people who didn't want to ride with me arrived! Ha! We were right on schedule. Then we arrived in Denver. We hit a few speed bumps such as taking the wrong exit, but we thought we recovered and found the right street. Still early, plenty of time. Until....we had to turn around again and again cuz we weren't finding our right turn. We were lost. I called everyone else in the other cars to get some directions. NO ONE HAD THE CELL PHONES ON! They had turned off their phones already. Vibrate people! I then turned on to a street that I thought I could turn around on and get back on the main road. Well, I ended up in a residential area and of course, the road was blocked off where I needed to get back on, if that makes sense. I had to turn around in someones driveway. As I was inching close to the side of the driveway to turn, slowly and quietly my right side tires sunk into the snow. I was stuck! Not just a little stuck, I was stuck real bad! No matter what tricks I knew to try, I couldn't get out. My passengers jumped out and tried to dig me out, but nothing worked. We stole pieces of cardboard boxes in their back yard, and borrowed a bucket and shovel. Still stuck. I was pretty upset by now. Not only has the training started, but we were now a half hour late! And still no one is picking up their cell phones. Were they worried? No, they just think I am LATE! Thankfully a garbage truck stopped and came to push us out. Good 'ol man power, we were out! Some one did finally call us back, and we got directions. 45 minutes later we showed up to the training. I was mortified. Why oh why, do these things happen to me I ask you!