First let me remind you that I hate shopping. Now, pull up a chair, get comfy, and let me tell you about my morning. It was go gol-dang frustrating that I stopped at the grocery and bought a pint of ice cream to calm my nerves!
Harry and his golf buddy are playing their usual 36 holes today so I thought it would be an excellent time for me to do a bit of shopping that I've been putting off because - as everyone should know by now - I h-a-t-e shopping!
I felt good this morning having slept better than I have in several days. Ready to tackle this shopping trip. I can do it with a smile and a song in my heart.
I drove out the main street from our area to the Major north/south parkway through Huntsville. I needed to make a left turn to reach my destination. With no warning here I am behind a line of traffic that I thought was waiting for the turn light to be green. NOOOO - not that simple. . . The whole intersection is closed because of overpass construction and the installation of new traffic signals. Now I can only make a right turn and I'm in the wrong lane.
About 10 minutes later I manage to get turned and move into the left lane to make a left turn as soon as possible. There was a long line of cars waiting to make the same maneuver and the turn light was only allowing three cars through. Mild irritation. After four changes of light I'm still about 10 cars back. Then it happens. . . the smile flipped over and the song became a scream through clinched teeth.
Three cars up the guy decides to pull out of the turn lane. That would have been great except that he didn't look to be sure the right lane was clear. It wasn't. When the dust settled there were five cars in a tangle. I'm not involved in the tangle but there is no way for me to escape until something moves. People behind me are trying to backup and move over then someone rear ends another car. My fate is sealed no way out! I change the CD to quiet music and breathe deep. I'm still OK.
Then the other shoe falls. A big crane (or some sort of thingie) that holds a BIG drill bit to make a hole for the overpass foundation post dropped the big drill bit on one of the other construction thingies. My nerves just snapped!! Big construction men to my left screaming at each other, upset drivers to my back, mad as hell drivers to my right, police and ambulance sirens all around, and then the firetruck shows up. It was about 45 minutes later when I and the four other uninvolved cars were able to get out of our trap and be on our way.
Back to my original statement: I HATE SHOPPING.
How was your day?