We had missed a train—the last one of the day—in a small village known for its quaint medieval castle. Charming as it was, I didn’t relish staying the night there.
Anyway, remembering that experience makes me think of other words I didn’t want to hear.
From my dad—This is going to hurt me more than it does you.
From my doctor—Haven’t seen one of those since med school.
From the mechanic—You did buy the extended warranty?
From the computer guy—You backed those files up, right?
Or a publisher—Your manuscript shows promise, but . . . .Always stop here. Any words preceded by the conjunction “but” can’t be good.
So our guide, who is also my sister-in-law, figured it out. We caught a southbound train so we could get on a northbound one. And we did get back to Vienna that night.
So, I guess, “all’s well that ends well.”
More words I don’t want to hear.