Overhaulin'

What do you think? Good career path for me? or am i a fool?

Too Late to Say Sorry Ciaran Garofalo By now you have probably realised that there’s a lot of things in life that annoy me, so this week, I’m sorry to announce I’ll be ranting on again. I know I sound like a grumpy old man, but I can assure you I am in fact a moany dirty teenager, which isn’t even half as bad, so you better pray I don’t live to become this grumpy old man or else the world may descend into despair in fifty years time. With that said isn’t the world already there? And who is it who puts us in this time wasting miserable world? Politicians? Grumpy old men? Jeremy Clarkson, well perhaps he goes in the grumpy old men division, or is it those eco-friendly save the stupid dolphin freaks? Yes its all those people and more, they waste our time and ruin are planet, but the real villain here, the main offender if you will, is people who show up late, for pretty much everything. We all know at least one of them, and what’s worse we all know their excuses, “I lost my keys”, “my bus never came”, “Ryan Tuberty mugged me outside Spar” or the classic “I had to finish a little job” they may even try a combination of the four, but we all know they aren’t fooling anybody. Its almost as if there’s a secret society for people who practice the art of turning up late where they hold meetings regularly to discuss new excuses, but of course we all know this is impossible after all everyone would miss the meeting because Gerry Ryan would have stolen all their cars, perhaps this is why their excuses never change. I’ve always hated, yes hated people who show up late for everything, but yesterday a girl by the name of Lucy pushed this to a whole new level which left me no choice but to moan about it to the world. The previous day we had arranged to go to town at and both agreed on a time of 1:30, which didn’t bother me, when I got a text the next morning asking me If I could wait until 2:00 because it would suit her better I said yes and again it didn’t bother me. So 2:00 it was. At 1:50 I arrived at the bus stop where we had arranged to meet, I went early because I feel its rude to leave a lady waiting even thirty seconds on her own well in my eyes anyway. At 2:00 I was still sitting there, but I didn’t mind, “any minute now” I told myself as I watched the 2:00 29a bus drive by. It was like Déjà vu at 2:15 and again at 2:30 as I watched more buses pass, I began to consider going home, I felt shown up, I hate being disrespected. I would have preferred that the text I got that morning had said “I’m not going” because that at least would have been a little less cruel. I stood up and began to text, “I hope you know your late” I sent the message and almost instantly after my phone rang, it was Lucy “I’ll be there in two minutes” I hung up without saying anything and taught “I won’t” but quickly snapped out of this demented taught and gave Lucy the benefit of the doubt. Sure enough two minutes later Lucy arrive, I put my head down and tried not to look at her and keep a serious face to let her know I was pretty angry. I failed, I forgot Lucy finds my serious face ludicrously funny and she began to laugh in her strangely loveable kind of way, “Sorry” she said, I raised my head trying to stay serious looking but when I seen her long blonde hair and big beautiful brown eyes I smiled. “I got out of bed at 1.00 I taught I could be ready in an hour” she explained. She might has well told me a man from NASA asked her to test drive his new space shuttle. But now that she was here with me I couldn’t tell her off, just the notion that someone as beautiful as her would want to spend time with someone like me was shocking. In town I tried many times to get my own back on her for making me wait forty minutes in the cold, I did this by pointing out girls which I found attractive, all of which had something to do with the perfect Von but Lucy wouldn’t pick up on this, there was no way I would ever make her feel how I felt for those horrible minutes that felt like hours I wasted waiting on her. Well its getting late now, and I want to watch the Late Late Show, which I can assure you will be on on time. Ciaran Garofalo Could you please reply to me and let me know if theres any potential there, im 16 and torn between a career choice writing or radio, it would mean alot to me if you took you time to read this and get back to me, or it would be fantastic if you could perhaps publish it in your paper as an experiment. Thank you for your time, Ciaran Garofalo Garofalo32@hotmail.com

Public Comments

1. I didn't read it, and I doubt anyone will. So, I'll say based on the length, a writer... Or a Unabomber...