We had one of those chicken-with-its-head-cut-off days yesterday. First the ol’ Share button stopped working. For no reason. Then we had to get Patty’s prescription refilled. Come at such and such a time, the pharmacist told her on the phone.
So off we go to Wal-Mart–and they don’t have it. “We won’t get it till Tuesday,” said the pharmacist. It’s a breathing medication. Like, maybe my wife can hold her breath till then.
We had to get it at another Wal-Mart in another township. The directions from Map Quest were hopeless. I knew the area just well enough to realize that the directions they’d given us were nothing but directions for getting lost.
I stopped at a gas station and asked, “How do I get to Centennial Avenue?” The attendant’s answer was unintelligible. I have no idea what he thought I was asking him.
I don’t know about you, but it’s gotten to the point where I expect things not to work and people not to do what they say they’re going to do.