Indeed. WhatEVER can go wrong will go wrong.
This is turning into one of those days.
It rained all night and was still heavily overcast when I rolled out of the sack. Decided I was NOT gunna drive way to Hell and Gone to the Mayo Clinic — halfway to freakin’ Payson! — in the rain, in the rush-hour traffic.
No way. No How.
Got on the phone to cancel the appointment.
Or rather, tried to get on the phone. WHAT a runaround!!!
Wouldn’t you think a huge, famous operation like the Mayo would somehow manage to afford a minimum-wage telephone operator? OHhhhhh no… It’s
for Blah blah blah, punch 1
for Blah blah blah, punch 2
for Blah blah blah, punch 3
for Blah blah blah, punch 4
for Blah blah blah, punch 5….
On and on and endlessly ON.
I finally gave up. Left a message on the Endlessly Annoying Portal that I wouldn’t be there. If they bitch about it, I’ll give ’em an earful.
Feed the dogs. It’s raining. But they slip outside to sorta do their thing.
Gather stuff to fix coffee, and… and… AAAAGHHH!
There’s NO COFFEE BEANS!
WTF?
Where’s the coffee?
Search.
Search.
Search.
Search some more…
Cannot find the coffee beans!
We know this is a WTF moment, because we can’t find the glass jar that holds the coffee beans. If I’d run out of coffee, I would’ve put that thing in the dishwasher. And when it was clean, I would’ve taken it out and set it in its appointed place in the cupboard.
I give up. Fix some tea.
blech.
Now I know I have to traipse down to AJ’s to pick up a new bag of coffee beans. While there, I need to get some more cans of the wet dog food we use to dope Charley’s dry dog kibble, by way of luring him into eating.
Sit my butt on a chair, and BING BONGGGG!!! It’s Gerardo at the door.
Dayum. He’s hot to do some phenomenal amount of work. Not just clean-up, but tree pruning and irrigation fixing and on and on. By the time he finishes, he presents a bill for two hundred bucks.
And…I still haven’t made it to the store.
Trapped for two hours while the guys bang around. My GOD they work like horses. How do they do that in this unholy heat and humidity?
They’ve finally driven off down the street. And now I’ve GOTTA get dressed and head down to the store. Bleagh!