Today was a slow day. Slow start. Slow pace. Even slower progress. And the rain didn’t help either.
On Tuesdays, we end our routes at 6 PM. It was at around 6:30 PM when I thought of calling it a day, having accomplished barely anything in the 10 hours prior. “Tough luck,” I thought. “Bad days happen,” I consoled myself. But on the way home, to my right I notice the mini grocery store I’ve been visiting for the past month, the owner of which was never at the store at the time of my previous visits. And at the point, I had two choices: continue driving or stop and see if the owner were around.
To put the long story short, I spent an extra hour and a half at the outlet talking to the owner and gun-tacking posters to the store walls. That’s one outlet opened today, delivery scheduled for tomorrow. I’ve had better days, but I can’t complain with how the day turned out. Something is better than nothing. I guess some days just take a bit longer to play themselves out, sometimes at the very last minute. Even if it means extending the day by going a little overtime.