Third Time's No Charm by Elizabeth Emerald |
W. E. Hickson is credited with popularizing* the proverb:
'Tis a lesson you should heed: Try, try, try again. If at first you don't succeed, Try, try, try again. W. C. Fields is (falsely) credited with this comeback: "If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. There's no point in being a damn fool about it." I, E. Emerald, credit myself with this wince-worthy verse supporting the pseudo sentiments of W.C.: Tried it once. Tried it twice. Tried once more. That's three: No dice. I coined this insipid ditty as a reminder to quit when I'm behind. If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. I'm OK with two more tries. It's that third try: try, try, try again--meaning, the fourth attempt--that I balk at. My pathetic bit of "poetry" was inspired, painfully, by experience. Example: Learning to drive.** 1st try: Age 19, under duress from my parents, I took lessons in the summer of 1976, while home after college graduation. In complete accord with the expectation of my unlucky instructor, I failed the road test with cringing colors. The examiner was astounded that I managed to do everything wrong, and then some. That is, I messed up in ways nobody had ever thought of, much less accomplished. I would have achieved an even higher negative score had I been allowed to complete the test; the examiner, understandably, declined to forgo the rest of his morning--or, for that matter, his life--on my account. 2nd try: Age 26, under duress from my (1st) husband, I took lessons in the summer of 1983, while on lunch-break. To the utter shock of my unlucky instructor, I passed the road test with flailing colors. The examiner was rolling his eyes and clenching his teeth the entire time; nevertheless--whilst expressing serious reservations and, superfluously, shaking his head--he gave me a pass. I rushed to buy a car the very next day--paying top dollar despite its being end-of-season--in order to force myself to drive. I quickly sought and found a new job, out of town, so as to justify driving to work. 3rd try: Age 40, under duress from my (2nd) husband, I took lessons in the summer of 1997, from him. This was by way of a refresher course; after my year of driving dangerously, I had taken a subway-friendly job, and had sold my car 13 years earlier. To the amazement of both my husband and myself, as soon as I sat in the driver's seat, those 13 years vanished in an instant. Instinct took over; rather, I should say, all my bad habits did. I drove with trepidation for four years, until the day I had a minor accident, by my carelessness, of course. 4rd try: There was none. When people ask why I don't drive, I explain that it's for "health reasons." That is, for the sake of the health of everyone else on the road who would otherwise be in my path.
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