The day started at 6:30 in the morning like this.
Husband -“Honey there’s a leak in the garage under the AC unit.”
Me - Yawn. “What? Where?”
“It started in the attic under the AC unit. Didn’t they just fix that?”
“Can you call them?”
“They don’t open until 8. I’ll take care of it.”
Move the 35 boxes of cra*, I mean stuff we’re storing for the kids and wipe up the water in attic. Go down to garage under the leak and sigh at the amount of popcorn ceiling that has fallen. Decide to wait to shopvac later after it dries.Husband leaves. I grab a coffee and wait the fifteen minutes to call my friend the AC guy. (My friend as he’s been here 6 times in the last two months.) “Sure,” he says, “I’ll have a guy out at nine.”
Call the groomer. Back nine o’clock appointment to 10 and then call the car dealer to move the oil change and tire rotation until 11.
AC guy comes and fixes the AC. No charge. Check.
Dog to groomers. Check.
Pull into car dealership and all goes according to plan.
“Will you wait?”
“Sure how long?”
Get my book out and sit in the corner. Several of the people are waiting at the same time and I watch as all of them are helped and leave. I’m reading. I look at my watch and notice I have been there for three hours. It’s 2:05. I wander out and the guy that checked me in notices me.
“Why are you still here?”
“Nobody came to get me.”
“I sent ______ to get you two hours ago.” He looks at his watch for verification. “Your papers are in the office. Just pay through there.”
I walk in to pay. The girl says, “$34.20.”
Since I missed the step were a worker goes over the bill with you I say, “Okay,” and hand her my credit card without looking at the invoice.
She hands me back a receipt.
“Wait, I bought the tires here so you are supposed to rotate them for free.”
She takes the paper back.
“So you want me to credit the 13.99?”
Fifteen minutes later she has tried three times to credit my account. The line is out the door.
“I can’t get the computer to credit your account. I’ll be right back.”
People in line that have been there for the 45 minutes, start sighing. A woman with a small child in a stroller sighs and under her breath says, “This is ridiculous.”
The girl comes back. “The manager wants to give you a free oil change instead of the refund.”
“Great. Wonderful. Thanks so much.”
Phone rings. Dog’s done.
I head towards the groomers and the pharmacy calls with a prescription my Doctor was to call in yesterday. No biggie. It’s on the way to the groomers.
“Wendy Pottinger. My doctor called in a prescription and you called to say it was in.”
“Here you go. No charge.”
I look in the bag. “Wait. I’m allergic to an ingredient in this.”
The cashier hands the bag back to the pharmacist. “Yes, I see it here in your notes. But your Doctor called it in. Doesn’t she know about your allergies?”
“She was the one that discovered it. And we discussed it yesterday. This isn’t what she told me I was going to take.”
“You’ll need to have her call in a new prescription. And since its Friday afternoon we probably won’t have it until Monday.”
Construction on the main road to the groomers is taking three lanes down to one. I wait in traffic and wonder why I feel like I am on the verge of crying.
On to pick up Bailey dog. My one bright point of the day. I walk through the door and his whining greets me. He’s happy to see me.
“I just wanted to let you know that when we did his ears they looked a little pink. You may need to take him next door to Doc’s to get some ointment.”
I get the ointment from the vet. Put Bailey back in the car and we head to McDonalds. For him, not me. He gets his treat and we head home.
But I make one last stop. The corner gas station. I pick up a Powerball Lottery ticket, because after today, I think I deserve the 105 million dollars.