Errands
I should write every day. Fits in with where I see myself in xx years.
The other day my Dad woke me up at 8am, (twas a Saturday) telling me I had to help him. Said I had to get to an office and pick something up. He gave me the receipts and xyz and told me they'd close at 10.
Gave me a 'map' with the least descriptive directions imaginable and sent me on my way.
Needless to say, I got lost - twice. Thankfully I was able to find my way back to where I was coming from and over to where I was going.
Surprisingly, I got to the office a little after 10 (they closed at noon) and was given number 218 on a wee slip of paper. I then proceeded to wait for my number to be called. The digital display to my left read 201.
"I'll be out in a jiffy", I thought. "No need to worry about my short sleeved top", I mused.
Two hours later, I was sniffling and glaring at the display, mocking me as it read 217. In order to attend to paying customers, the normal queue had stopped and those in need of bank services took prescient.
By the time they finally deemed it fit to change the display number to 218, I was trying desperately to keep my rattling to a minimum , and failing miserably. After a few moments I was informed that my receipts of payment, though very much in order, were for amounts less than needed.
Of course the banks had closed by then.
Of. Course.
By the time I got home it was the after noon.
(fin)
When was the last time you went on an fully useless journey or errand running mission? Do tell.
Here's to those Snood Scarf/hood things. Tres cute.
The other day my Dad woke me up at 8am, (twas a Saturday) telling me I had to help him. Said I had to get to an office and pick something up. He gave me the receipts and xyz and told me they'd close at 10.
Gave me a 'map' with the least descriptive directions imaginable and sent me on my way.
Needless to say, I got lost - twice. Thankfully I was able to find my way back to where I was coming from and over to where I was going.
Surprisingly, I got to the office a little after 10 (they closed at noon) and was given number 218 on a wee slip of paper. I then proceeded to wait for my number to be called. The digital display to my left read 201.
"I'll be out in a jiffy", I thought. "No need to worry about my short sleeved top", I mused.
Two hours later, I was sniffling and glaring at the display, mocking me as it read 217. In order to attend to paying customers, the normal queue had stopped and those in need of bank services took prescient.
By the time they finally deemed it fit to change the display number to 218, I was trying desperately to keep my rattling to a minimum , and failing miserably. After a few moments I was informed that my receipts of payment, though very much in order, were for amounts less than needed.
Of course the banks had closed by then.
Of. Course.
By the time I got home it was the after noon.
(fin)
When was the last time you went on an fully useless journey or errand running mission? Do tell.
Here's to those Snood Scarf/hood things. Tres cute.
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-Oshin
Hoping you and yours have a blessed xmas season!
Doll: Thanks dear. No sad errand story? Lucky...
Solomonsydelle: Thanks Miss! All the same to you. Hope your adorables are having fun this Christmas?