Twenty Minutes….

It’s 20 minutes until the work bell tolls… Twenty minutes is interesting…

Third of an hour.. We’ve all ridden the rollercoaster of up/down groups of twenty minutes…

Could be intimacy.. “The best 20 minutes ever.”.. Could be as a kid, moving to a new school.. that first day.. “The worst 20 minutes ever.”

I’ve waited in the drive thru at Mickey D’s for 20 minutes before. Seemed like sixty.

Dino days, coached women’s college basketball team.. The twenty minutes that ensued after winning the Missouri Small College Championship – really gotta experience Cloud 9 that day. The best.

That night. Or, morning I should say. “Victor, I’m too drunk to drive home… staying at my sisters.” 2am to 2:20am, the worst. Calling her work the next day.. “She’s out today.”.. The twenty minute drive from my work to her sister’s house. The worst. Arriving there, 8:20a. Her car, no her. Another twenty minutes of the worst.

The first twenty minutes of my son’s life. The best. The very best.

Watching the Ken Burns “Baseball” documentary on TV, the twenty minute segment with Buck O’Neill.. Awesome…. Game 6 of the 1985 World Series. Standing room only with my brother inlaw. The roar of the crowd as the Royals scored two runs in the bottom of the 9th to extend the Series to seven games. Euphoria, allover.

That first date. Twenty minutes into it – somehow ya just know.

Meeting former co-workers for lunch, dinner, happy hour. That first twenty minutes of re-living. Excitement, invigorism (That’s two days in a row I’ve written that word and Bill Gates underlined it to say “huh uh, ain’ta word.”.. Don’t care, leaving it.)..

The license bureau.. twenty minutes of hell. The doctor’s office… twenty minutes in the lobby of “I hope the hell I’m ok.”

4:40pm to 5:00pm, the longest twenty minutes of the day. Twenty minutes. About how much you get of actual show for a 30 minute sitcom…. Twenty minutes walking, on the elliptical, the treadmill – nice, tiring, but still not enough (they say) to do any good for your cardiovascular system.

9-11. Twenty minutes of shock, disbelief… Tornado sirens.. Twenty minutes of “could it really hit us?”..

A friend’s compliment, twenty minutes of sticking that plumage out there. Hearing one talk about you (not good said) and they weren’t aware you were within earshot.. hell, twenty minutes of inward hell.

“You got the job.” Twenty minutes of yippee!.. My beloved sister – she hired many.. “You could tell by the very first reaction after announcing ‘you got the job’ whether or not this person was to be a good worker.”

The last twenty minutes of my sister’s life. Hell, pure hell – yet, an entrance into Heaven. One literally goes from hope to ‘hurry’.

Ok, time’s up. I gotta go #2. Victor, thanks for announcing – I suppose you’re onea those twenty minute poopers eh?... No sir, in and out. Are we really discussing this? You started it. Reckon just goes to show, twenty minutes can be wonderous, or it can be shitty.

Chin up, chest out, corners of the mouth up… suckup them twenty minute segments.. we get 72 of ‘em per day. Make ‘em memorable. Love, Victurd.