A walk in the park
It was a beautiful fall day in early December. The trees were clean, some birds were singing, and the air was fresh and crisp.
It was that time of day and I wanted to get ready for my bus early. I put some leftover turkey in the oven along with some yummy, butternut squash to warm up for lunch. Then set out for my walk around the block. Stopping to talk with the dogs and neighbors that were out. It was a beautiful, relaxing morning.
When I arrived back home, I opened the door to the aroma of my meal waiting for me. It was glorious. The plate was prepared and I pulled my meal out of the oven. Set it on my plate and commenced eating.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I thought, “Darn salesman. They’re always bothering me at the wrong time”.
So I get up, walk to the door and open it only to find my driver for the day. His bus was sitting at the end of our driveway. Wait a minute, it’s shortly after 11:30. I asked the driver why he was here. My schedule said 12:00 noon.
He said. “no, the schedule says 11:36”. “Crap! I just sat down to eat. Can I eat real quick first?”
“How long will it be?” he asked.
I said, “5-10 minutes”.
“I can only give you 5”.
My heart sank and my anger started to boil. “What’s your name?”
“Tony”, he said.
I said, “I’ll come out of the garage in a few minutes”.
That’s when I went back into the kitchen and started to cram down this beautiful meal. Realizing that I was never going to make it, I started to look for a dish to put it in. That way I could eat it on the bus. Got it!
I started to head for the garage when my phone rang. It was COTA Mainstream. “Your driver is outside and he’s going to leave in two minutes”. “TWO MINUTES!”
I scrambled (without the eggs) to finish getting ready. I walked out the garage door.
He was gone.
He fricking left me. I was mad!
I called COTA Mainstream to complain and told them this was “bovine feces”. They immediately hung up on me. Oops. We won’t talk about feces on the next call.
I called them back and relayed my displeasure.
That did no good. My next step was to call UZURV, which is an Uber-like service at a lower price. An hour later I was picked up and delivered to the school.
Finally where I was supposed to be.
Lesson learned: Never take life for granted. Always read the confirmation. They’re not always confirming the exact times wanted. They may be confirming the times available.
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