One after the other they didn't show up. A whole string of appointments; a morning full of them. They didn't call and cancel, they just didn't show up! Every now and then I would poke my head out of the office door and my secretary would shake her head. Nothing. It was turning into one of those days.

When I get frustrated I eat. I don't recommend it, but I do admit it. So, after the fourth appointment failed to appear, my frustration level peaked. I put on my jacket, headed out the door and made my way the block or so downtown to find myself a little something to munch on.The sign over the door read, "Asa's Delicatessen: Open 24 Hours." The sign on the door read, "Closed." I pressed my nose against the window, and, sure enough, the place was empty. Not a soul to be seen. I stepped back look…