Well....
Here we go....
At 8 am I met with my morning appointment at breakfast with Bert...
Breakfast went well, things were discussed and progress was made.... Then...
I said goodbye to Bert and started my way out of the restaurant. Lo and behold a couple of friends were sitting having breakfast (I later found out it was his birthday). I began a conversation and it continued for minutes. On my way out the door I purchased their breakfast, they are such great friends and I wanted to be a blessing to them.
You should know, by this time, Bert had already left.
At the end of my conversation I proceeded towards my parked car. Arriving near the back of my car I noticed, my tail lights looked like they were on. My tail lights WERE on. I had forgot to turn them off when I arrived at the eatery. The temperature was only a few degrees out, so you can guess what the next line will be.
My battery was dead. I looked in the trunk and behold, my jumper cables. BUT... my care was parked in on both sides and the hood was facing away from the parking lot so that getting a car to the other side would not be possible.
I called my assistant at the office. "Do you have time to come get me or help me jump my car before your 10 am appointment?" "Yes" came the answer. (she was going to be out anyway and I didn't want to bother the couple inside for fear they would realize I payed for their breakfast, vain aren't I.
About that time, the group of police officers, who were having a meeting in the back of the IHOP all of them in plain clothes due to my choices in life, I knew most of them including the chaplain meeting with them. As I stood awaiting my assistants arrival, the "COPS" let out and the 15 or so came strolling by. "Are you waiting on a ride? Can we take you somewhere?" "No, I have someone on the way, my battery is dead."
My assistant arrived, I jump started my car and headed to the bank. When I got there I decided that I should leave the car running so the batter would charge and I wouldn't have to have another jump start. Bank mission completed.
Just 2 blocks from the bank, the post office. I stopped there and once again, I left the car running. Trekked up the stairs, across the stone floor to box 134. Key inserted, turned and mail extracted. Back across the stone floor, down the step at the front of this stately building, grab the door handle and.... door would not open. Peering though the glass of my drivers side doors, locked! That's what I said LOCKED! I dialed my cell phone.... Hello Teresa (my assistant), you won't believe....
Not only did she believe, she laughed... and so did I. So I waited for her to go to my office, get my extra set of keys from my briefcase (leather bag style) and arrive at the Post Office. (I carry an extra set of keys because I have locked my keys in my car more often that I can even communicate, 50% of the time or more, it is running.)
When I arrived at the office the volunteers there said "you should have gone home."
I didn't share their opinion, but it did tempt me!
The last time I had such a marvelous day, it was the day I rushed my granddaughter to get dressed in a hurry to get her to school on time, only to forget that Milwaukee, WI was an hour behind us. So with the temperature below zero, my granddaughter telling me the moon isn't out when she goes to school, I pushed until we got there and .... want to read that one click here
There is a moral to my less than fun and maybe not even humorous story, Monday isn't the only day that goes bad!
Oh my, what a day.
Hope your Friday went great, despite all the bumps in the road, I actually enjoyed mine!
Till next time....
My assistant arrived, I jump started my car and headed to the bank. When I got there I decided that I should leave the car running so the batter would charge and I wouldn't have to have another jump start. Bank mission completed.
Just 2 blocks from the bank, the post office. I stopped there and once again, I left the car running. Trekked up the stairs, across the stone floor to box 134. Key inserted, turned and mail extracted. Back across the stone floor, down the step at the front of this stately building, grab the door handle and.... door would not open. Peering though the glass of my drivers side doors, locked! That's what I said LOCKED! I dialed my cell phone.... Hello Teresa (my assistant), you won't believe....
Not only did she believe, she laughed... and so did I. So I waited for her to go to my office, get my extra set of keys from my briefcase (leather bag style) and arrive at the Post Office. (I carry an extra set of keys because I have locked my keys in my car more often that I can even communicate, 50% of the time or more, it is running.)
When I arrived at the office the volunteers there said "you should have gone home."
I didn't share their opinion, but it did tempt me!
The last time I had such a marvelous day, it was the day I rushed my granddaughter to get dressed in a hurry to get her to school on time, only to forget that Milwaukee, WI was an hour behind us. So with the temperature below zero, my granddaughter telling me the moon isn't out when she goes to school, I pushed until we got there and .... want to read that one click here
There is a moral to my less than fun and maybe not even humorous story, Monday isn't the only day that goes bad!
Oh my, what a day.
Hope your Friday went great, despite all the bumps in the road, I actually enjoyed mine!
Till next time....
