Some days just do not flow at all. Take today, for example.
Two stop signs away from my 9 a.m. exercise class, I waited on the heavy truck to make the turn uphill onto the street. This was not some hilly road in the mountains but still, for a driver unfamiliar with standard shift and the use of clutch, brake and accelerator moves required to climb a hill, inclines are challenging. I know because I learned to drive a standard on a steep dirt road with a curve to our house. I was not allowed to drive it until I could adeptly use clutch, brake and accelerator.
The truck geared up to turn, rolled backward and braked. He started again and rolled backward again. Still plenty of room between us until he started again and kept rolling backwards. I reached to shift into reverse too late, and the truck hit the plastic bumper on my car. It for sure wasn’t a rubber bumper because that truck’s hitch did not bounce off my car. We got out to inspect the damage.
No one hurt. Nothing to do but wait on the police. Except, for some reason, my car did not have the updated proof of insurance we had purchased. The insurance company sent my phone a picture of proof of insurance. I sighed and began the process of filing a claim.
After I exercised, I tried to make a payment with PayPal. The receiver said it did not go through. They wanted the money immediately. After a lot of interchanges, around lunch time, I concluded the recipient did not realize it can take time for the payment to transfer to their account. It took hours and ultimately, for some reason, the recipient sent it back to me so I could try again with another account, I guess. Sigh. Next time I will send a certified check. If they thought the electronic processing took time, the mail will teach them patience.
I know because two weeks ago I sent four packages. The recipient received two boxes. The tracking information from the Post Office says three boxes made it and the fourth never entered the tracking system. We don’t have them. At 4 p.m. my husband went to the Post Office and reviewed delivering all four packages. I sighed and began the process of filling out a request to find the lost package. Regretfully I remember another package I sent to the same city that also went missing. I am getting bad vibes about that city and doorstep thieves.
So it has been a day of starts and stops. Of trying to follow the rules and discovering even the best laid plans can falter. So it was my turn to have “One of Those Days” and I truly wish it had not been my turn. Tomorrow it can just be someone else’s turn. I have had my fill of it for now. I had many other things I really needed to do today.
I did accomplish one thing. I called up and made reservations for a show I wanted to watch. I even dared suggest we go out to eat. I say “dared” because on too many days like this in the past, I have encountered restaurants where the waitresses forget us, the entree I request has just sold out, or we wait an hour for the kitchen to remember to fix our order. Fortunately, this time “one of those days” only worked from 9 to 5. After 5, everything went as planned and we had a lovely evening with no more exasperated sighs.