You ever have one of those days where you should have just stayed in bed with the covers pulled tightly over your head? Yesterday was one of those days for me. The Alarm went off per usual and I sprang *stumbled* out of bed and eagerly *reluctantly* went about my AM routine.
Fast-forward – while waiting for FB to get her stuff I’m relaxed *stressed* cause we’re running very late; I go over to my coat hanging by the door and I make sure I have my office keys, wallet and my PDA. At this point she’s’ ready to go, so I calmly *franticly* grab my bag and we get in the car and off we go. After I drop her off I head to the office – traffic is good and I’m making up some of the time I lost.
Fast-forward – I pull in to the parking, and then grab my bag, and reach for my coat…$HIT! My coat… FvCK! My PDA… CR@P! My Wallet… SOB! My Keys… At this point I’m the only one who would have a set that opens the outer doors, but bump that – I’m also the only one with a key to my office…and the Coms room. OK I have no choice I have to go back home to get my stuff. As I jump back on the highway I noticed that my Fuel tank is low…very low. I’m not immediately worried, until the warning light pops on…I’m still a ways away from my house but I decided to get off and gas up…using the wallet I don’t have. Ok so now I start plotting the fastest rout home accounting fro traffic & actual distance, with stops and red lights.
Fast-forward – I get home on what could only be vapors in my tank…I shut off the engine and run in and get my wallet, the dog is confused and I give him a quick pet while I grab my coat and run out the door and b-Line for the nearest gas station. Surprisingly I make it there without so much as a sputter in the engine; I grab the nozzle and begin filling. When I get to the cash I pull out my wallet to pay – where the F*%@ is my debit card? Livid would be the closest word in the English language to describe how I feel…in fact I don’t think any spoken language to date has a word to adequately describe the feeling… Now; embarrassed about my gaffe I’m not sure what to do…I don’t want to stiff them but I just can’t leave without paying to go look for my card. I explain what happened to the attendant and offer to leave my License with them until I return. She instead has me fill out this form worthy of the ones I used when negotiating software contracts…Some ware in here I’m convinced there is a clause where they get to keep my house… if I default.
Fast-forward – I get home find my card and head back to the station. I get in line to pay for my “Stolen Gas”…two guys ahead of me…and the one currently at the cash…is a F@&% penny counter…AH! For the love of God… 7 minutes later (no exaggeration) the guy is done…and heads out with his Coke, Smokes and brownie. Good only one to go, and this guy had just put gas cause I saw him as I pulled in. he says in French “40 on the Pump 2” and the guy punches it up…then with his right hand he drops a “Loto Quebec” portfolio on the counter, opens it up…I can see the whole thing is organized…the guy starts perusing through them…advising the attendant of the ones he’s looking to replenish… While this is going on he is scratching and filling out a select set from his stock. Did I say livid…at this point the enamel on my teeth has worn out and I’m sure I’m just grinding the nerve endings together…Just as I’m about to snap a 2nd attendant appears and offers to serve me (I’m convinced he was standing in the stock room watching my eye twitch on the surveillance camera; I pay for my purchase and head out.
Fast-forward – I get back on the highway and surpassingly traffic is light…I up my speed and head to work…out of no ware traffic come to a slowdown…everyone’s rolling at +/- 100 clicks…what is the deal? I change lane…and sure enough I see a Cop car setting the pace up ahead…no one is crossing that invisible barrier…I’m hoping he pulls off at the next exit or drops his speed so I can pull ahead…but no go…I get stuck with our city’s finest all the way to my exit…fortunately after 2 hours on the road I get to work and my day continues without incident.
