This ballad by MLTR illustrates the unfortunate series of events of a chronic procrastinator and indecisive specimen of the male species which rendered him unable to pull a Kanye West during the crucial point where the priest goes “Speak now or forever hold your peace.”
Hence the title – 25 minutes too late. I don’t know if anyone out there has experienced something as profoundly life changing and dramatic as the protagonist of the song, but we all know the difference a few minutes makes, albeit in less spectacular situations.
I was in that very same situation last week. No, I didn’t find out that the love of my life was getting hitched to another guy, it was something else. A friend of mine emailed me and attached this photo with the text:
Hey, you’re still having those migraines right? These are slated to be destroyed, wondered if you wanted it.
Alas, I was out at that time and I only checked Gmail three hours later, saw the photo, and immediately replied with such a resounding YES that the Y key of my keyboard promptly cracked.
Oops…sorry, I destroyed it already. I thought you didn’t want it.
The primal scream of loss I uttered was heard halfway across the earth. People in the deepest, most remote depths of the Sahara looked up at the skies in terror, mumbling superstitiously and gesturing wildly to ward off evil (or whatever it is the tribes do, I’m just giving an analogy here).
You know the punch line right?
This would never have happened if I had preregistered for an Xpax Prepaid BB. ;)
The push email functionality would have allowed me to respond to that message in a timely manner. Sigh…
This is a true story btw, as can be seen by the Ludicrous Watermark (TM) in the second photo. =D