Another great day

I went to get my car inspected yesterday. I have a really bad habit of waiting until the last second to do things like that, but at the same time, after getting off work at around two or three in the morning like I have been recently, i haven't really been chomping at the bit to set my alarm to go to the mechanics either. So I get there, turn in my car, and of course he says it'll be like two hours.

No problem.

The contingency plan is to call Melissa, she'll meet me there and we'll go to lunch, and if the car still isn't ready by then, I'll take hers. All I have to do is get through.

Thank you for calling Dillard's, my name is iwasn'tpayingattention, how can I help you?

Yes, I'd like to speak to Melissa Fearnow please, she usually works in ladies seperates.(whatever the hell that is)

(sigh) Hold on.
(In that tone of voice that says "oh, this is a personal call, I don't have to give a shit.")

Click.

Dial tone.

Insert random obsenities directed at the phone, big business, and minimum wage f*$%ing receptionists.

So of course I didn't have my phone with me. And of course I didn't have any quarters left. (fifty cents to call information, then sixty five cents to connect, what the hell is that?)

Long story short, if it's not too late, I walked the three or four miles to where she worked. It really wasn't that bad, and I did have a couple funny thoughts on the way. The first one centered around the fact that I always feel sad about missing beautiful days like this because I'm working, and now I didn't have any have any choice but to enjoy it. The second one, which almost made me laugh out loud, was that at least I didn't have to worry about not having any cd's for the trip.

So I get there, get her car, drive her car back to the garage, where of course mine had been done for like an hour and a half, pay, and pick it up. I left her car over to the side of the parking lot at the garage so it would be out of the way, and when we got back to pick it up later that night, that side of the parking had been chained off for the night.

Of course it's been chained off. That makes sense for today. At this point I wouldn't have walked under any second story windows, for fear of falling pianos.

Luckily, there was still an attendant there to let us in to get it.

I really love my days off sometimes.