After rushing around this morning to pack up paintings to I need to deliver today I manage to get out on time only to find that my local coffee shop can’t get their front door open so I’m denied my morning coffee and I rush to catch my train which gets announced as running six minutes late which affords me the opportunity to rush over to the Mexican bakery close by and get an acceptable replacement coffee before rushing back to the train platform with packed up paintings, a cup of coffee and two minutes to spare.
So in the end it all works out even if not the way you originally planned it.
A History of Stupidity 