So, it has been an interesting morning. I have been in the tech Bermuda Triangle. No device is working properly. Even when I called my insurance company to snail mail me something that I tried to print out here, their phones went out, and when I bought a pair of shoes, the computers at the store were down. Who knew it took so much technology to accept a cash payment? Impressive that my bad tech touch has such a far reach.
When it is decided that I would first try the Apple store for help with my phone, I felt good about the decision. Better there than the Verizon store which has 2 stars out of five for customer service. My plan is to be at the Apple store when they open at 10:00 on the dot. That would have worked brilliantly had I not hit that parked car in the garage. Great! I check for damage. There is some, but I cannot imagine that I created that much damage in that particular spot, but, perhaps I did. I must leave a note. Rummaging around in my purse for a pen, I find my epi-pen, a toothbrush, lip sunscreen, a tide to go pen, but no writing pen. I have a box of plastic forks spread all over the floor, a diet coke spewing its contents in the cup holder, several Sonic sacks, a fake silver tray, a 3/4 eaten grilled cheese sandwich, but, no pen. So, I check the glove box. Yes, a pen. Now, for some paper. I opt for tearing a strip off the front page of one of the Contributors on the floor. I leave a note with my name and cell number, assuring the person that I do have insurance. I notice their license plate says they are from Wisconsin. Welcome to Nashville, Home of the Savvy Drivers. I then text Mr. L to let him know what has happened, and he responds, "Who is this?" Funny guy.
So, having taken care of that, I stroll into a busy Apple store where a twelve year old asks several questions, and gives me an appointment to be met in approximately thirty minutes. I thank him, go outside and call my insurance agent to let her know about my little mishap in the garage. She is very nice.
After about 45 minutes, I get a text saying that they are ready for me at the store. I am then directed to the back table on the left where I am told that someone will be with me shortly. A fellow walked up with not-real-clean hair almost to his waist and a six inch gap between the bottom of his shirt and the top of his jeans. He is told that I am his next customer, to which he replies, "let me go wipe the snot off my face." I kid you not. It must have been a copious amount of snot (hate that word...my mama taught me to say mucous) for he was gone about ten minutes.
As I nauseously wait for his return, hoping he washes his hands after the snot removal, I people watch. I wait and I people watch. Oh, wait, if I had only worn my green spandex sundress with the V down to my navel and my black push up bra, perhaps I would not be waiting here for my customer service rep to wipe the snot off his face, but rather would have numerous reps thinking they could be of service to me, as they seemed to feel compelled to help the little lady in the green dress. When did women start going out with their bras hanging (among other things) out of their dresses. We were taught if your bra strap showed you were a wanton hussy.
Well, it turns out in spite of his unkempt appearance and his questionable health status, he was able to help me. I return to my car. The Wisconsin car is still there. Bless. I decide to go grab a bite to eat at Pei Wei, then get a small dessert at Whole Foods. Walking back to my car, I go into a panic. "Where are the shoes I just bought? Did I leave them in the restaurant, or at the cash register where I picked up a little gift, or Whole Foods? Where are this shoes? Oh, wait. They are in the car. I drove over here between buying them and eating lunch." I seriously need to get home!!
Tomorrow, I am going on a little staycation with two friends. We are meeting for lunch, checking into a hotel in Franklin, attending a play, having supper, spending the night, having breakfast, shopping, lunch, maybe hit a movie, maybe have dinner before we go our separate ways home. I am looking forward to it. I hope they do not mind looking after me, for it is obvious that I need a keeper.
For today, I wish you good friends, minor inconveniences, and I wish you
Blessings
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