The Universe Saw My Offer, And Raised The Stakes On Errand Day

I guess taking The Universe's pressure off of The Pony is more than a one-day job. As bad as events went on my Wednesday with the financial advisor appointment, Thursday was just as bad. Maybe worse.

As with Wednesday, I was ready on time for Errand Day. Left the Mansion a few minutes earlier than I planned, to get to the Sis-Town Casey's before school let out. That really helps, with more gas pumps available, and a shorter wait in line.

I was tooling along in T-Hoe, singing with the radio. I made the light by the Devil's Playground, which has a two-minute wait for each red light. Sometimes it takes me three cycles to get through, if I leave late and the Hillmomba school traffic is ahead of me.

When I pulled onto the Casey's lot, I noticed that only one car was at the gas pumps. I think there are 12 total. My beloved Pump 4 was open. Wait a minute! What's this? All the handles on the Regular gas pumps had red plastic bags over them! The Diesel pumps looked normal. But T-Hoe doesn't take Diesel gas. I pulled through, glancing down the line. Yep. All the pumps had handles with red bags. AND, beside the end of the building with the drive-through, was a patch of torn-up concrete, roped off, with red flags on the ropes. I guess there was an issue with a gas tank.

Welp! There went T-Hoe's weekly gas. And the scratchers I had planned on buying. I went on to the post office, and then Country Mart. No bank this week, as I had Farmer H's cash that he paid us for his Lowe's merchandise that was on the credit card.

Huh. A lot of handicapped people were shopping. I had to take the next-to-last of the five handicap spaces. At least somebody had left a cart down at that end. So I was able to grab it as a walker.

Once inside, I discovered that the deli had NO BIG SANDWICHES! Also, no BIG SALADS! And only one box of cold fried chicken, which didn't look all that good. I got myself a small salad. Then I got some frozen chicken sliders, and mini cheeseburgers, for Farmer H to take in his SUS2 lunches. He said he has a microwave now, and could warm food.

The bread aisle did not have the Nutty Oat and Hawaiian Bread that was on my list. I had to get 12-Grain and Sourdough. 

The checkout guy DROPPED one of my banana bunches. The picked it up off the floor, and put it down in the bag on top of the bread! Saying, "Oops. I hate it when I do that." Then lifting the bread back on top. He filled the bags randomly, not by shape or squooshiness or coldness. Big bags, too full and heavy. Something frozen or cold in separate bags, not together.

On the way back to Hillmomba, I was stuck way back at the Devil's Playground light. Took me three cycles to get through. When I got to the Gas Station Chicken Store, with the weekly tickets I give to my favorite clerk, Man Owner was still there! So I couldn't give them to her, and had to wait until the next day. My own tickets only won $16.

When I ate my small salad for supper, the lettuce was wet. Soggy. Some pieces chewed like they were twisted-up pieces of dental floss. I can't think of another way to describe it. Didn't want to get chewed up. Tried to wedge in my tooth spaces.

The only bright part of the day was that Farmer H was already at the Mansion when I got home, mowing on his beloved Zero-Turn mower, and carried in the groceries for me.

Still, I would gladly take this bad-luck burden from The Pony, no matter how many bad days it costs me.