Only forgivable on a Monday

There is a time and place that is appropriate for all things. Even for really annoying things. Things that normally one just shouldn’t do as the inconvenience to others are too great. This time is that Bermuda Triangle of organization and function we fondly call Monday morning. This is a time when everyone’s day is functioning at a similar level of ‘not’ and being held up by ridiculous and infuriating things that other people do is part of the flow.

These are things that are not acceptable on say a Tuesday morning. And yet, with a casual disregard for the reality that it is not in fact Monday, people do them anyway. Things such as:

· Ordering a “triple half caf mocha… um, no make that a double full caf latte, no actually a single caramel macchiato… hmmm… WAIT!! Actually make that a…” in a busy coffee shop first thing in the morning is only forgivable on a Monday.

· Stopping in the middle of the road in busy traffic causing a line of cars to miss the green light at the intersection ahead for no conceivable reason – or even for a conceivable reason – is only forgivable on a Monday. (There is always, in this situation, a line of alternately confused and infuriated morning commuters trying to see through and around the cars ahead in order to determine if someone has in fact just stopped randomly or if there is some kind of obstruction. By the time this is determined, the opportunity to honk has probably passed, which is additionally infuriating. The desire to then get out of the car and slap the silly woman while stuck at the red light is, while understandable, also only forgivable on a Monday.)

· Running late for morning meetings because some silly woman pulled a Monday morning maneuver on the drive in, is only forgivable on a Monday.

· Laptop batteries dying in the middle of taking notes at the morning meeting (starting 10 minutes into the meeting) because the power chord is still in the car is only forgivable on a Monday.

The promise for a week that starts with two Monday mornings seems dire indeed.