Out of Sorts

Decided at the last minute to lend Peter my truck so he could transport Alpha to and from their training session.

That worked out fine.

Ron and I hoped to have his vehicle inspected at Cormier on the way back, but turns out, his van would fail because of the door.  Ron was beside himself, but Buddy gave him an appointment on Friday, first thing, to fix it and put a sticker on it.

One strike.

I stopped at Cindy’s work on the way to Falmouth Hospital to pick up something for Cathy.  Cindy had forgotten it, which was not a tragedy, but it was

Strike two.

I was hungry and wanted a breakfast sandwich, which I couldn’t find at the convenience store.  Did buy crayons for the coloring books.

I tried the West Falmouth Market.  It was after 11 so they were out of breakfast goods, but one of the deli workers offered to make one for me.  Another customer was yelling over me, and I let him know I didn’t like it.

A woman at the checkout said “That was rude”.  Of course, I thought she meant me, and I lashed out “Mind your own business!”  She explained that she was on my side.  Horrified, I apologized about a dozen times.  Even apologized to the dolt.

Strike three.

The woman at the register was sympathetic and said she agreed, the kid was rude.

Got to Falmouth Hospital.  Cathy wasn’t there, she’s at Cape Cod.

Total waste, could have driven Alpha, could have seen Cathy.

I told Ron that he lost the Asshole of the Day contest because I came in first.

We did get the A/C in Ron’s window and brought the big one up for the living room.

After dropping off the boys, I went to Hyannis to see Cathy and picked up groceries at Trader Joe’s.  That redeemed the day.

While I was gone, Ron finished mowing the lawn and installed the big A/C.