Hi, all. I did CUOP, though did not come back to post. It was an early start today, as I had an appointment for blood tests. And the day so far has been like a situation comedy. Everything going wrong, but on such a small scale that we can start from square one next week.
[Skippable comedy of errors]
I had the appointment listed on my calendar but got my days mixed up. I was thinking that it was Wednesday, and that I had to start withholding food tonight. I started out lucky, because I woke up on my own at 8:00 am, and I hadn't had anything except water so I was good to go. I showered and dressed and managed to be late, so gave Germane some food and treats and hurried off. I found the building all right, by the line up of cars outside their parking lot and down the street. By the time my car got to the ticket gate, the attendant had given up on giving instructions over the intercom, had come out of his booth and was basically doing everything except holding the card for the confused drivers. By the time that my car was parked, I was definitely late. I wasn't sure if they would honour the appointment, but the clinic does take walk-ins. When I got into the clinic, they had a line up to the door and people waiting in chairs. By the time they asked if anyone in line had an appointment, prompted by an irate customer, they couldn't tell if I had shown up late or if they had kept me waiting half an hour.
Then it was another wait, and I got my blood drawn. I asked the lady if they had a cafeteria in the building, as I was feeling a bit lightheaded, but they didn't. The butcher that sells local eggs was very near, and they sell things like coffee and muffins and sausage rolls, and I did consider going there. But I was so close to home, I thought "just go home and eat your food. You'll be eating almost as quickly."
I considered eating one of my scotch mints, just to get my blood sugar up, but thought that I would be home so quickly that I would still have it in my mouth when I would be ready to eat actual food.
Well, I got home to find the Canada Post truck parked in my parking space. That's literally the only place that I'm allowed to park. We get ticketed by our own parking authority if we park in Visitors Parking, even if we pay, and we get fined by the city if we park on the street. I considered my options, and then parked next to the walkway near my car, and wrote a note of explanation to leave on my dashboard. This is not a parking space.
Before I could get out of my car, a ParaTranspo van (public transportation for the handicapped) came up behind me and had to maneuver around my car to get to his spot to debark passengers. He managed it, but I wasn't sure if he would be able to back out again, so I went up to his van and waited for him to open the door on my side. He didn't seem to be leaving his seat, so I walked around the van to the driver's side. By that time, he had gotten up and was working on helping a passenger. He spotted me, and came over to the window to see what I needed. I explained why I was parked in his way and that I was going in to see if the Canada Post van could be moved out of my spot so that I could get out of his way, but if he needed me to move right away I could move the car. He assured me that it was no problem at all, I wasn't blocking him and that he could back out just fine, and thanked me for my concern. (We are Canadian.)
I thanked him and went into the building. I found the letter carrier and apologized for interrupting him, but explained that his van was in my spot and that I am not allowed to park anywhere else. He apologized profusely and repeatedly for parking there while I reassured him that I was not upset at all, and apologized for interrupting his work, and we apologized our way back to the parking lot. (We are Canadian.)
He found another parking spot, I got into mine, the ParaTranspo van backed out and we all went on our merry way. And I got a yoghurt and a pastry because I could
finally eat and didn't want to wait any longer. And coffee.
And here I am, no worse for wear and ready to cheer on my dfs.