I went to the museum for a little time alone. Entering the lobby, I saw a couple I knew. Bess was in a wheelchair, Andy was fussing with the machine that validates parking tickets. “Darn thing! Ticket’s jammed!” I helped. We chatted, retrieved their coats, then made our way to the parking deck. Though we were unsure exactly where their car was, we found it, said a long good-bye and they drove off. I returned the wheelchair to the museum. I looked at my watch. It was time to go. I left knowing that my timing had been perfect.