Yeah, we all have. I'm having one right now. It started this morning when I decided to go to the gym for a little non-impact work out. I'd ride the stationary bike, get my legs and my blood moving. The apartment complex has a small gym we can use, but it's over on the other side of the complex. Rather than risk not being able to walk back home by overdoing it by walking to the gym, I decided to drive. That was when I realized I'd never driven over there before. Well, to be totally truthful I realized that when I couldn't find the driveway to get into the parking lot and pretty much passed by that entire side of the complex.
Finally making it into the gym I climbed on the bike and started pumping my legs. I've ridden these bikes for years, I know how they work, but since I intended to set it to the easiest levels possible, it didn't occur to me that I was moving my legs but the little diode on the screen wasn't moving. That's when I realized I hadn't actually been doing a program, I was just pumping my legs. Sigh.
Got back home and took a shower which turned out to be fortuitous since shortly after finishing, the water stopped running. In the entire apartment. We had gotten a notice that tomorrow they are going to be working on the pipes, but apparently the complex managers got the dates confused and the water was off today. We only found this out because Betsey stormed into their office and demanded an explanation. Betsey is very good at storming offices and demanding explanations.
The water being off I decided to brave driving my car over to the car wash. It had been sitting out in the parking lot for about ten days so it was covered in all the things associated with a car being left outside near pine trees and flocks of birds. I was braving it since this would be the first time I had driven alone since the surgery. Not that I thought anything would go wrong, but still my brain conjured up images of a sudden pain shooting through my leg making me crash the car into a lagoon or something of that ilk.
Got finished with the car wash and decided to run over to Safeway to pick up some ibuprofen (which has become like popping Certs for car salesmen to me). Being the nice guy that I am I took the parking spot one down from the only available handicapped parking space, got out of the car and suddenly realized the key ring I keep my house keys on wasn't in my pocket. I scoured the car and the area around the parking spot, but all to no avail. I jumped in the car and drove back to the car wash. Searching there proved fruitless, so I went into car wash office to see if any keys had been turned in. No luck. I left my phone number with them in case someone turned them in.
Figuring I would have to go into the leasing office to get them to get the apartment door opened, I drove back home. Along the way I kept imagining the conversation I was about to have; how I was going to have to grit my teeth and ask them for a favor only hours after my wife had reamed them over the water. It was only as I turned into the parking lot that I realized there was one last place the keys could be. Sure enough, I pulled up to the same exact parking space I had pulled out of an hour earlier and there on the pavement were five nice shiny keys on an undistinguished key ring. Grabbing them up, I said a silent thank you to the forces of the universe that I didn't have to make an ass of myself with the management office.
Still I needed ibuprofen, so back to Safeway I went. This time I wasn't a nice guy and took the only remaining handicapped space. Now if you know me I have a rather tenuous relationship with Safeway. I have even gone so far as to make some suggestions for improvements I feel would help their customer service. This is a 24 hour a day store, they close only on Xmas eve. My question to them would be, what are the workers who are there at three in the morning doing and couldn't they possibly be restocking shelves? I do not understand why management feels 11 AM on a Monday morning is a perfect time to crowd the aisles with boxes, carts, and workers moving merchandise around. Especially when all I want is a freaking bottle of ibuprofen. And no, I didn't feel like going over to CVS and dealing with THEIR tsuris (look it up here).
And it wasn't even noon.
I console myself that I'm having a better day than David Moyes. It's a soccer reference, don't strain yourself trying to figure it out.
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