Yes I know. Today is actually Saturday but I really wanted to write this yesterday. However a weird series of events conspired to put me into an extremely foul mood and all I wanted to do was forget about yesterday. It started badly and ended worse.
I got an early morning text, (actually it was a late night text–but as I go to bed with the chickens I didn’t read it till morning) from a teacher at the school I drive bus to. Could he use MY bus, today, for an extra curricular field trip. That’s awful short notice I said. I have an early morning appointment and I need to get home. Oh we’ll drop you off on our way to town and pick you up on the way back. With a bus load of kids on?!? Nope, I don’t think so. Nobody needs to know where I live.
I finished my route and got to school where the spare driver was waiting. I had a bit of a vent and rant and then borrowed a different drivers’ bus to go home with. Needless to say I was unimpressed.
So after my morning appointment I went to the school division and had another vent and a rant. I was comforted to learn they thought it as unreasonable as I did. Things were looking up. I had a nice lunch with an old friend at the Taste of Culture. After lunch I thought I would pick up a few things before heading home.
I got a text from the spare driver and it put me back into a bad mood. I thought, I don’t really need this right now. I’ll just leave the phone in my truck while I run into the store. I came back out–no keys–not in this pocket, not in that pocket, not in any pocket!! Poopy bum!! I peered into the cab and there they were, right where I left them. In the ignition. Ok. No problem. I have CAA. I went back inside and called. Busy. Busy. Busy. Now I was starting to get worried. It was 1:45. I had to be home by 2:30 to be at the school by 3:00. I called the downtown office. Busy. Panicking now, we called the tow truck company direct. Oh they said, you’ll never get CAA–the lines are down. But they’ll come anyway. I went out to wait. They never came.
By 2:10 I decided I had to just get to my daughters’ work to borrow her car to get home. I asked the first man out of the store for a ride (I should have walked earlier but now I was seriously late). No problem he said. It actually turned out he was on his way home and was driving right by my house. Would he give me a ride? No problem.
I made it to school on time, borrowed a phone to call the tow truck driver (they were now there, waiting for me!!) and my daughter, as I had left my purchases in the back of the open truck box and hoped she could pick them up before they got stolen.
My own bus was returned, filthy, and who is going to clean it??? I’ll give you three guesses and the first two don’t count!!!! Aaarrrgh!!!
So then my daughter drove me back to town to pick up my truck. I didn’t feel like going home to stew so I went back to the Taste of Culture event and sat with the same friends, had more food, and some laughs and felt better. (Actually booze would really have helped–if this event was in Europe there would have been a beer/wine garden–but Canadians are just too puritanical. People aren’t allowed to be responsible human beings–everything is so regulated, but I digress.)
And that was my Friday. Thank God it’s over!!!