The pharmacy called. My daughter’s prescription is ready for pick up. She’s an adult, lives at home, has a car, no set work schedule, and we live less than two miles from the pharmacy. Think she could pick up her own medications? No way.
Going to a friend’s home for dinner tonight. We’re supposed to bring a few items from the store. Think anyone can stop by the grocery store on the way home from their work? They’re off by 3 p.m. I’m at work until 5. No way. Dinner is 30 minutes away and starts at 6.
I leave work a few minutes early to allow sufficient time for the two errands. I pull out of the office park onto the main road and traffic is all backed up. I can see emergency vehicles ahead with their flashing lights. An accident has occurred in the center of three lanes ahead and blocks the intersection. I’ve got no way around at this point, must plod through it past the policeman waving traffic around the crumpled vehicles.
Traffic is light after the choke point, but of course I hit every light down the boulevard as red. Stop. Go. Stop. Go. Five times before I can get on the highway.
No further incidents until I’m inside the pharmacy. There’s a line. Not long, but still slow. I get processed and leave. Off to the grocery store. Lines again. I grab my few items and use the self-checkout thinking it will be quicker. The machine can’t make change. I have to wait for the attendant to do it from their nearby register.
Load the items in the car and head home. Bring everything inside by myself.
WHY IS EVERYBODY NAPPING?
Just enough time for me to write this brief rant and it’s time to leave. Whew!
We all seem to insist on how busy, busy, busy we constantly are. Let’s put things in perspective: tell us about the craziest, busiest, most hectic day you’ve had in the past decade.