Why do such chaotic things always happen to me?
Yesterday started out real well, actually. Went grocery shopping very early. Straightened up the house a bit, simultaneously connected the scanner my father gave me and scanned some documents that I needed copies of.
At 11:00 I decided to leave the house briefly, going by the recycling place, then to the ATM at the post office to get money and then to the town officials to get a small detail taken care of.
The recycling place was empty. I went through the gate with my old glass bottles, wanting to throw them in the container, when all of a sudden, a man started shouting, “we’re closed”. I was astonished, having thought Thursdays from 10-12 they were opened. Plus the gate was open.
He got out of the truck and again explained, they weren’t open, showed me the signs with the opening times. I set to go back to the car and then, after brief negotiations with the man (who was very nice actually) quickly got rid of the old bottles.
At the community center, I was astonished. There were no more parking spaces. In fact, there were cars everywhere. The only free space was for handicapped. I decided to park there shortly, knowing I would not be long.
Turned out, the woman I needed to see was not available because she was carrying out a marriage. Her coworker could not help me because she did not know the password for getting into the computer. I decided to come back Tuesday.
Got to the parking lot. Twas fuller than when I left – there were cars parked behind me.
After waiting 15 minutes and getting somewhat nervous (about the parking ticket police and about the fact that I should have been cooking chicken soup for lunch and by this time it was noon) I decided to go back in. Turned out it was the car of the newlyweds that was blocking me. I waited in the hall until the ceremony was over, then got the best man to move the car, thus allowing me to dash home and cook chicken soup in 45 minutes (which worked in the pressure cooker).
Funny thing, living in a small town. During this entire experience, I bumped into my ex-boss (from 8 1/2 years ago), the woman who was my roommate in the hospital, and Hilde’s aunt and her cousin.