I was in between snowstorms and contractors and had reached the point where a trip to
CVS sounded as exciting as MardiGras
in Rio. I gathered a bagful of donations for our local
survival center and saddled up for a day of errands.
The car in front of me and I were motoring along at a reasonable speed when he suddenly slammed on his brakes, and so of course did
In front of him a dented sedan was taking a right – without signaling – into
where else? a collision repair shop.
Donations made, I reached Home Depot and was waiting to turn in when a woman passed in the opposite direction. Next to her on the front seat sat a beautiful golden retriever, apparently so well-loved that her owner needed to have her as close as possible – in the most dangerous seat in the car, popularly known as The Death Seat.
My Home Depot visit completed, I pulled into my doctor’s parking lot, comfortably early for my appointment. This was important, because all reminders from his office came with the admonition to arrive at least 10 minutes before the appointment or dire things like re-scheduling might be necessary. It was clear they took promptness very seriously. I went to the door and found it locked. My appointment might have been at , but their doors are locked from to .
I passed the time with a small local newspaper and learned about boys’ soccer in the neighboring town, what the girl scouts were up to, and where the best place for breakfast might be. All the ads were for local businesses and the one I especially liked was the shoe store that magnanimously advertised that it would measure customers’ feet for free.
Last stop – grocery store. I entered with only one recyclable grocery bag since this was going to be a quick trip, after all. When I exited a half hour later I needed a cart to get everything to my car. I put my $79 gallon of milk in my car, errands completed.