On the drive to my prospective fiancé’s house today to meet his parents, I came upon a reality that even I found hard to accept.
My boyfriend called me this morning to let me know that his parents wanted to see me and requested that I arrive at their place by 5:00 PM. In order to look my best for the meeting, I left home, went to the beauty parlor, and then purchased makeup.
My lover contacted me again at around 2:00 PM and said:
You are aware that we are scheduled to meet my parents in a few hours, aren’t you?
— No, — I answered, hung up, and kept refining my appearance.
I called a cab and went to their place when the meeting was just an hour away.
In order to choose a present for his parents on our first meeting, I asked the driver to make a stop at a store en route.
I went into the store, picked out a present, and went to pay, but there was a long line. I could be late, I realized as I looked at the clock; it was 4:45 PM, and the meeting was just 15 minutes away.
I had two choices: stay in line and risk being late, or leave the present and forego it.
I went with choice number two and began to wait.
There was an older woman in front of me who was short on cash when my turn came around. Her purchase was $150, and she only had $80. The woman requested to wait while she looked for the amount that was missing.
I was already running late when I glanced at the other queues and realized there was no more time. I approached the woman and stated to her:
— Pardon me, ma’am. Could I cover your expenses? I had to leave immediately.
The woman became irate, and we got into a fight that caught the security personnel’s attention.
After paying for her purchase and grabbing my gift, I hurried to my boyfriend’s house, even though it was already ten minutes past the appointed time.
He greeted me at the door and ushered me into the living room 
My guy said, “Meet my dad.” I gave the gift, introduced myself, and took a seat.
He continued, “My mom will join us soon.”
The doorbell rang five minutes later. My boyfriend’s mother entered with him after he opened the door.
He said, “Meet my mom, sweetheart.”
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing when I turned around and saw his mother.
Perhaps we already know one another, she muttered, smiling a little.
The living room appeared to be motionless. As though to warn me of an impending storm, my boyfriend took my hand beneath the table.
And I realized: what had happened in the store was not a coincidence at all, but the beginning that would completely change our meeting.
Yes, even though I didn’t recognize her at the time, it was the same woman I had argued with in the store.
But now we both realized it and quickly forgot the small misunderstanding. Our evening continued in a warm and friendly atmosphere, leaving only excellent memories.
