Perhaps impatience is my fatal flaw, the thing that keeps me forever this close to complete and undying happiness, but never quite there. I’m impatient. About certain things. I’m impatient, for instance, about acquiring a cassette deck. My cassette collection is growing large. My colorful cassettes sit on my little footstool, waiting to be played, looking at me like what the hell. What the hell?My friends tell me to wait for a Nakamichi CD-1. It’s got that thing you need. And it’s really good. It’s, all things considered, the only deck to get. I almost had one, too. On a whim, I took a look on ebay, and there it was. It was perfect. The timing was perfect. Maybe too perfect. It was right around the time that I first became really interested in tapes. I put in a bid. I thought it was a good bid, but apparently it wasn’t. Someone else wanted it more. The asshole. I should have challenged him to a duel. But I let it go, tossed it up to fate, figured I’d get another chance. I mean, if this one was so readily available, then certainly there’d be another right around the bend. There are other decks in the sea.
But, no. Life isn’t like that. You get your chances and you have to make a move fast. You may never have another chance. The stars may not align. It’s like walking out of your room to find a perfect rainbow suspended directly above you, or stepping onto the station platform just as your train is arriving: You could’ve so easily missed it.
should
I
wait?
