RUSH, RUSH
I heard recently about a man who prided himself on being exceedingly punctual. He followed a very precise routine every morning. His alarm went off at 6:30 a.m. He rose briskly, shaved, showered, ate his breakfast, brushed his teeth, picked up his briefcase, got into his car, drove to the nearby ferry landing, parked his car, rode the ferry across to the downtown business area, got off the ferry, walked smartly to his building, marched to the elevator, rode to the seventeenth floor, hung up his coat, opened his briefcase, spread his papers out on his desk, and sat down in his chair at precisely 8:00 a.m. Not 8:01, not even 7:59. Always at 8:00 a.m. He followed this same routine without variation for eight years, until one morning his alarm did not go off and he slept fifteen minutes late. When he did awake, he was panic- stricken. He rushed through his shower, nicked himself when he shaved, gulped down his…
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