The List

I had to check one last time as I was on my way out the door.

The fourth time I had looked since arrival this morning. 

I kept thinking that my name was in there somewhere, even though I didn't sign up.

Maybe I missed it in my haste to buzz through all the names?

Or perhaps they posted a revised list after enjoying a practical joke on me. 

Or maybe I've reached a level of senility where I don't recognize my name any longer.

I just knew that it had to be there.

Because it's been so long since it wasn't.

Driving home, I was tempted to go back and check once again.

Warily I accepted my fate ..... that I didn't have to work on Sunday.

It all reminded of tenth grade.

I know, ancient history.

After several days of tryouts for the sophomore basketball team, a list was posted of those chosen to return the next day.

Those who made the team.

My name wasn't there.

I thought it had to be an oversight.

I had made the junior-high team the year before.

I probably perused that list half a dozen times that day.

"Why him?" ..... "Why that guy and not me?"

I likely held up the bus home that day just so I could make sure that I didn't need to be at practice.

Maybe the coach would see me and ask why I wasn't dressed down for practice? 

Or that he had made a mistake.

Or that his typewriter had malfunctioned when he made up the list.

I eventually accepted my fate from that day as well.