One of Those Days…
By By Lindsey Sherrill, Columnist
Picture this: it's a beautiful spring day, summer is almost here and there's not a cloud in the sky. You have a few errands to run, but not to worry. On a beautiful day like this getting out and about should be a pleasure, right? Wrong. Today is going to be One Of Those Days.
This exact scenario happened to me a couple of months ago. It looked as though it was going to be a perfect day. I had a few things I needed to get done, so my brother and I set off on our mission. Everything was going fine until our first stop-The Library.
Now, don't get me wrong, I love the library and think all the things they do with the kids are great, but this morning things were a bit chaotic. Doug and I arrived at the end of story time, just in time to find the children's section a frightening mass of chattering preschoolers. Somehow we managed to select a book and wade to the door unharmed, but the confusion set the tone for the rest of the day.
Next we headed to retrieve some film that had been developed. That shouldn't have been so hard, right? No, not unless you consider being overcharged $10 for the wrong size pictures hard. That'll put you in a great mood, let me tell you!
The stop by the Chamber of Commerce office went fine. No problems there. So I guess the sick headache had to have been caused either at the previous stop (an unpleasant run-in at the office) or by the one afterward (a 20 minute wait at the grocery store bakery). I'm sure that poor lady working at the bakery was doing her best, but when you'd had the morning I had, would you want to hear that the cake you're trying to order isn't available? I hope I didn't bite her head off too badly, but chances are, at that point I was ready to spit nails.
That, thank goodness, was the last stop. It's hard to say which of us was more exhausted, but I can say that Doug and I both collapsed upon arrival home. It was then that I noticed the time.
All that misery had occurred in an hour and a half.
Have you ever had a day like that? Maybe that's a crazy question. Who hasn't? It brings up the whole Murphy's law thing again. Who was this cursed Murphy? I'm assuming he's dead which is probably a good thing, because after a day like that I would have gladly ensured it. But since killing the messenger never changed the news, it wouldn't have done me a whole lot of good anyway.
But I'm rambling. Oh well, I guess that's one good thing you can say about those days: they make good stories. At least that's what I'm hoping…