The Sue Ellens Are Comin' Continued
The final quality I'll share with you today is one that
is near and dear to my heart. It's definitely one I've inherited to a
fault. Those of you who know me, can probably guess what it is. Yes, you're
right. Procrastination. Again, this is a great example of how my dad could
never be a "Sue Ellen." Before they go on a trip, he packs his bags the
afternoon before they leave. I've noticed how his normal-sized suitcase
sits behind the back door waiting to be placed in the trunk of whatever
car delivers them to the airport. Sue Ellen, on the other hand, uses a
slightly different approach. She often decides that packing time would
be better spent doing things like sewing a button on dad's old work pants
or filing three month old bank statements. You know, "important stuff."
This would be fine if she was able to just throw clothes in a suitcase
and go. But no, she first has to wash all her clothes, and I do mean all
of them, then she folds them and puts them out on the ping pong table
in our basement. I imagine it's about 3am at this point; finally moments
before they are to leave, she can get them in the bag. I often call my
parents to make sure they've reached their destination. Mom almost always
whispers to me on the phone, "Well, you know how I am. I stayed up all
night."
I attempt to console her at the same time scold her for this "Sue Ellen" behavior.
Her reply is always, "Don't worry about me. I'd better let you go. You have important things to do. I'm keeping you, aren't I?"
