My husband met me at the door, his eyebrows in upside-down V formation, huge chunks of hair in both hands. Two signs of major worry. “Is everything okay, hon? You just went to mail one dinky package.”
I threw my purse and self onto the couch, sighing louder than usual. “I had a Maggie moment,” I huffed. He shook his head and grinned. A look of relaxed understanding took the place of the V-formation.
Maggie, bless her darling heart and ditzy head, is a crisis magnet. She’s the one person in our family we can rely on to add drama to our lives. Every errand turns into a screenplay for a feature film. Take a simple trip to the market for a bag of noodles.
“I think it was that checker’s first day on the job,” Maggie moans, dumping her sack of groceries on the kitchen counter. “He didn't know where the noodles were, and had to call the manager. He showed me the right aisle, but they were out of whole-wheat noodles. So I decided to run up to the Pine Street Market. That took forever¸ since I got behind a funeral, and then I discovered Pine Street Market had gone out of business. I had to go back to the first market and buy flour and eggs to make our own noodles. It’ll only take three hours. You don’t mind having dinner a little late tonight, do you?”
We've tried to analyze why Maggie thrives on trouble. We can go to the post office, market, or bank and run into glitches that annoy us to Mars and back. Yet, we only manage to get a tenth of the emotional surge from our episodes as Maggie receives. We still haven’t figured out why her predicaments are superior to ours.
But, hey, maybe you can you help us. I see by your knowing smile that you have a Maggie in your family, too.
Can you relate to a relative or friend who complicates even the smallest task? How do you handle the Maggies in your life?