Today

I woke up, looked at the clock and with a start noticed it was 9:50am. My uncle was supposed to be coming at 10am to take me to the bank to co-sign a student loan.

I quickly threw some clothes on and asked my brother if he had heard from my uncle. "Someone buzzed about half an hour ago but didn't say anything." I was horrified.

I spent the next 40 minutes in the parking lot, and the 30 minutes afterwards on our balcony hoping I hadn't made my uncle drive all the way from Toronto to come out to Oshawa to sign some papers and I hadn't showed. The entire day I was wringing my hands waiting for my mother to rip a piece out of me when she came home from work.

Then she got home and I asked if my uncle had got in touch with her about my missed appointment. "Adam, he's coming tomorrow, not today! Your memory is so bad."

And that was my day.