I prided myself on my punctuality. My most miserable hours was when i found myself helplessly help up because of my car. The day, when keeping my appointment was vital for my career, I was late. Reaching in time for an interview is imperative for success. So, I took my father’s car to go to that Place. I had to reach there by 10.30 a.m.
I left my house at 9 a.m. And decided to go by the Express Highway hoping that there would be less traffic and I would be able to move fast. But before I could reach the Express Highway, I was caught in a traffic jam. I could proceed only after the loss of ten precious minutes.
I knew I will have to push the accelerator if I were to reach in time. But it seemed that all red lights were against me. Every few minutes I had to stop. I heaved a sigh of relief when I reached a stretch of road where there weren’t many traffic lights.
My relief was short lived. After a short while one of the wheels had a puncture. There was no garage nearby. I had to push the car for nearly ten minutes, before I could leave it safely. It took me another ten minutes to get conveyance. Even then I could not reach the place in time. On explanation and special request, I was interviewed but the outcome was sealed by my reaching late.
The car which I had hoped would take me to the place of interview, well in time, failed me. I was late because of it. If only I had gone by a bus!