All right folks, this is one of those posts with no perceivable subject other than me venting.
The day started with me and Bill (proper English?) getting up early and making the trek to the Georgetown VA clinic to have our blood taken. I thought "How nice, the VA scheduled me and my hubby for the same time, same day." But . . . . I knew it had to be too good to be true. It was. Even though the VA had called us to remind us of our appointment at 7:30 AM, when we got there . . . no appointment in the records. Thus we had to wait for our doctors to come in and place the order. Doctors come in at 9:00 AM. We waited, I played with my iPhone, and we waited. Our doctors came in, orders were placed and we had our blood taken. Actually quite brutally in fact. I had joked (as is my wont) with the Guy with the Needle "Ready for take-off?" He didn't see the humor and he jabbed the needle in my vein. Uh . . . okay. Someone is having a bad start to a bad day, just like me and Bill. Maybe he figured out we were gay and was taking out his hostility on us. Bill has a nice bruise on his arm from where the blood was taken.
So we're out of there and down to B.J.'s in Milford since we were half way there and had already fought the morning commuter and school bus traffic. We get to BJ's. Closed. Uh . . . okay. Back home and wait for the truck that is going to come and pick up my friend Pat's 400 lb. coffee table that he had delivered to our garage last February when he was planning on building a house in Delaware. Plans changed and coffee table is to return to Toronto. I was supposed to be given a two hour window. Uh . . . huh. You know how that works.
So we wait all day. At 5 o'clock I call the dispatcher inquiring as to where the pickup truck is. She said "He's in Lewes." Well, Lewes is just down the road, should be here in a few minutes, right? WRONG.
Half an hour later I call again. "Amy" checks and says "He's only five minutes away." Uh . . . . okay.
This time she's right. I see the truck coming down our road. He passes our driveway and is going to back in. Oh no! Stop! He doesn't like this. Well, I'm not going to have him ride over my flowers at the driveway entrance just to save him a few feet from using his dolly. Also, he doesn't like me taking a video. He says "What's up with the video?" I tell him "It's not against the law to take a video. I'm just taking this for my friend to prove to him you actually came to pick up his coffee table." This guy isn't happy. I sense a problem. He says "You should have asked." Well, maybe he has a point but . . . . WTF? I'm not the NSA even though I used to work there in a previous life. He says "You know PhotoShop?" Well actually I do but what is he getting at? Man, get over yourself. I'm not going to PhotoShop you into a porn picture. Either this guy is a former cop who thinks taking videos in public is against the law (it isn't) or he has a arrest warrant out for him and he doesn't want to be identified. All I know he that he was one sour truck driver.
|Me and the very unhappy pickup deliver truck driver|
He takes his dolly out and makes the two trips to our garage to pick up the base and the glass top of the coffee table. I ask him "Is this going to take a circuitous route to Ohio then Toronto?" He says "I don't know." Of course, what other answer would I expect?
He finishes loading the coffee table on his truck. I ask for a receipt. He says he has none. Excuse me? I ask again and he says "I have nothing." I call the dispatcher. She says he has "the papers." I tell him he "has the papers". He says "No I don't". I then get out the original shipment sheet for him to sign. By now he's on the phone with the dispatcher. He saying "But I can't give HIM that, it's my only copy." I see that he has the papers. I tell him "I can make a copy." He gives me a
Life in the Big City folks. Or shall I say Life in Slower Lower. Whatever. Every day is an adventure in Ron's World.
So this guy drives away today and I have yet another person in the world who DOESN'T LIKE ME. He folks, what can I say? I guess I am one unlikeable bastard. You know what folks? Each day that goes by I care even less. I'm just going about my routine, trying not to step on any toes but still get things done. Still trying to protect myself and not be taken advantage of. Days like this used to bother me, not anymore. Just another day In the Life. Now I think I'll take in a couple of "Judge Judy" episodes to neutralize my negativity.