Everything had been planned to perfection—the babysitter was lined up, both my wife and I had left work early, and all we needed to do was get to our dinner reservation on time.
Like a finely tuned symphony, the parts were being conducted masterfully, and the grand finale would culminate with us arriving at a concert just in time. We appeared by all accounts to be headed for a fantastic date night.
What came next should have been accounted for in my plans but was somehow overlooked. Parking downtown is never easy, and I quickly realized it was going to be a challenge as we began circling the restaurant.
Twenty minutes later, I knew we could kiss our perfect date night goodbye. By the time we found a spot, we were running late for dinner, and this set off a chain of events that led to us missing our show entirely.
