Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
-- Macbeth, Act 5, Scene 5
A friend came to visit me and told me that Elizabeth, the Queen of England, had invited me for a visit. My friend had made arrangements and paid all of my travel expenses.
The quarter was ending at the bank and it was not a good time for me to leave but everyone insisted that I go because it was a once in a lifetime opportunity and would be good advertising for the company.
I pressed my friend for details about what I should wear. Would a long dress be more appropriate and should gloves be included in the outfit and most important...why did the Queen want to meet me?
Finally my friend admitted that she and her boyfriend were coming along and he was paying all the expenses. Her boyfriend was a suspect in the recent murder of his first wife. They were taking advantage of the fact that the Queen wanted to meet me and were using that as an excuse to leave the country.
I decided it was best if I stayed in the U.S. and took care of closing the bank books for the quarter.