afternoon antics

Today was 1/2 day Friday.  I had too many things to do to get sucked into working late.  So I left at 1pm.  And here is how my day went.

I was running an errand for a friend, La Mama Loca.  She needed me to pick up a dress for one of her daughters that she was buying on Craigslist.  We don't live anywhere near each other but we are taking a vacation together at the end of August.  And all of our girls need dresses to make them feel like princesses.  She found one on Craigslist in my area that she wanted and I agreed to get it for her.  As I left work, and got on the highway, I realized that I needed cash for this transaction.  Sometimes I feel like every time I buy something off of Craigslist I am doing a drug deal.  Cash only -- something I never have on me.  Drive up, hand over cash, grab a product.  Seems strange.  But I do it.

Since I didn't have cash, I turned around and went back to the bank.  I pulled up to the ATM.  Behind one car.  Where the driver seemed to not know how to drive or use the ATM.  Pulled too far away.  Backed up.  Pulled closer.  Still too far away.  So she unrolled the window, undid her seat belt, opened the door, and hung out the window to get to the machine.  I swear she put the card in 3 times while I waited for my turn.  Which turned out to be a good thing.  While I was waiting for her to do her thing I ATTEMPTED to take my debit card out of my purse.  But as a pulled it out, I hit it against the zipper of my purse.  The card flipped out of my hand and slipped between the center console and the passenger seat.

So while the driver in front of me was doing her acrobatics, I was doing my own.  I tried reaching down but it turned out my hand is too fat to fit.  I then leaned over, reached behind the passenger seat and grabbed for it under the seat.  I was grateful that I had actually hauled a bunch of trash out of the car earlier in the day since I could: a) see what I was grabbing for and b) was not grabbing at any surprises left by the child.  I am not sure why I did not just park the car, get out, walk around and open the back door to get the card.  Apparently I thought twisting myself into a pretzel was not only easier but looked less strange to anybody who might be spying on me.

Money in hand, I proceeded to the meeting... to get the contraband dress.  As I was approaching the meeting site I decided that exact change was important.  I mean I had two $20 bills.  But the dress was costing $25.  So I decided to stop at Starbucks for a Iced Chai Latte.  Love those.  Not really on the diet but it is hot and I was thirsty and I needed to change my cash.  But the one Starbucks that I found did not have a drive thru.  Which given the ATM drive thru, may have been a good thing.  MAY!  I got out of the car and walked toward the entrance.  There was a tall, goofy looking guy sitting at table outside.  I was wondering why in this ridiculous heat he would be outside when I realized he was looking right at me.  I kept walking in his direction -- because he was sitting right next to the door.  He looked like he was holding his breath.  He was sweating -- it was hot.  He looked nervous.  And then as I passed him he let out a big sigh and looked relieved.  I am pretty sure he was either waiting for a blind date or a computer date and he was relieved the fat, old chick was not the one he was waiting for.

I proceeded inside to get my drink and ended up behind a very tall, trim (read trim as less then 5% body fat) woman ordering her drink.  Sally.  You know, When Harry Met Sally.  Seriously it took her 5 minutes to order her drink.  I specifically heard her say she wanted a cold drink and then I tuned her out - mostly.  She had her own mug -- which is good.  But then they had to clean it out for her.  And she asked for her "ice" on the side.  I was wondering if "ice on the side" is the same as "dressing on the side."  When she was done I ordered mine and we waited for the drinks.

Hers was done first and she grabbed her mug and cup of ice.  She opened the mug and took one look at the coffee inside and made a face and a loud "EEEEWWWWW!"   And handed it back to the guy making the drinks.  He seemed genuinely confused.  It turned out that she wanted the coffee hot and then she would add the ice herself.  To cool it down to the desired temperature.  So I waited while coffee guy fixed the obvious mistake.

And then I was off to meet the dealer woman selling the dress.  I pulled up in front of the store, a perfectly put together, fit, trim, expensive looking woman stepped over to my car.  I slipped her some money and she handed over a basically brand new, dry cleaned dress.  I got back in the car and drove off.  Transaction complete.  Well...almost.

Once I arrived home, I unwrapped the dress and took pictures of the beautiful dress.

I sent the pictures to La Mama Loca.  About an hour later she texted me to let me know ... it was the wrong dress.

Really!

Mean Mama