I decided to watch the game with one of my girlfriends at a local sports bar. When we arrived, neither of us could find a park because the place was PACKED like a shoe store on the release day of the new Jordans. In fact, we both ended up parking about 2 blocks away.
Once inside, it was standing room only. I passed many people leaving as I arrived because they had given up on getting a seat. The game was already in full swing, almost at the end of the first quarter. People were standing around tables, televisions, and anywhere there was available space.
We were on the waiting list which at this point, was really a joke. Ten people were ahead of us and almost everyone who was already seated was in for the long haul, for both the game and the fight.
We had a couple of options. There was another neighborhood grill next door where we could watch the game. But it was empty inside and the excitement of experiencing the game with a group of energized fans was not happening there.
Or, we could suck it up and just decide we would stand along with the other dedicated fans. And that was our decision….
For about two minutes. Then I was inspired to seek out a third choice.
“I’m going to walk around and see if there are any empty seats around the restaurant,” I told Tara.
“Okay. I will be here waiting for you,” she said.
I walked directly to a table with four chairs, three of them were filled.
“Is this seat taken, I asked,” trying to smile to let them know I would be a friendly fan to watch the game with for the evening.
“No, it’s not. Have a seat,” one of them said.
I sat down for a couple of minutes. Made quick small talk… explaining that I had a friend who also needed a seat too.
I walked back to Tara, excited to say that I had found a table with one seat. Now, Tara just needed to find one more seat to bring to that table of four.
Tara was a little shy.
“I’m not that bold to go up to someone to ask about a seat,” she said.
I approached 2 tables before I found another seat for her. And then back to my chair across the restaurant that was kept occupied by my umbrella.
The threesome became a fivesome and before long we were all enjoying the game together and eventually the fight.
At first glance, there was no room at the inn…. At least that’s the way it seemed. I passed people when I was two blocks away, who said there were no seats.
When I walked to the front door, people walked out beside me, discussing plans to find another place to go get wings and watch the game.
And even when I put my name on the list, the hostess said no one was likely leaving until after the fight, suggesting that I would not get a seat.
Still, when it seemed like I only had two options, I got an intuitive nudge to try to find a seat in what seemed like a completely filled restaurant.
How many times have you walked away from where you wanted to be because it looked like there was no room for you? Did you not apply for a scholarship because over 3000 people had already applied and it seemed hopeless?
Maybe you put off getting a website because everything you read stated a website was very expensive.
Or, was it the house that seemed completely out of your budget that you just didn’t bid on.
What’s your inn? Where does it appear to be no room for you? And more importantly, how can you find your place there?
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