You might say I got up on the wrong side of the bed, or I wasn’t holding my mouth right, or Mercury was in retrograde. Whatever expression you want to use, there was something noticeably different about the day, like I started it off tuned to a different channel. Every time I set out to do a task, I couldn’t find what I needed–the phone charger, the number I needed to call, that piece of paper that had that name on it. I must have spent ten minutes looking for a pen that worked. Stumbling through my morning like this, I finally got in the car and headed out, with only a couple of quick errands to run before getting on the road for a weekend visit with my folks.
At the post office, I needed to send something priority mail and there were no envelopes. The clerk went rummaging through the supply closet behind the desk for quite a few minutes before announcing they must be out, so that was that. Really? I went through the whole post office ordeal and got nothing accomplished? Then at the bank, the clerk couldn’t get my checks to go through the machine because they had been folded up in my purse. I’ve been folding checks in my purse my whole life! I thought you could make deposits these days by merely looking at a check, or breathing on it, or taking a picture with your iPhone or something, but you can’t fold them up anymore?
Okay, so I’m finally on my way, barely ahead of the beltway crunch and looking forward to being in the clear on I-66 West and driving through for some iced tea. It took awhile, but I finally pulled off an exit and up to that box at McDonald’s where the voice is supposed to come out and ask you what you want, but the box was silent. I yelled into it anyway, hoping someone would hear, but they hadn’t. When I got to the window they were all confused, and we didn’t speak the same language, and it was a struggle and it took some time, but I did get my iced tea and it was all so mixed up she didn’t even charge me for it. WHEW! If I thought it’d be smooth sailing from there, I was wrong again. When I got to I- 81, where you normally go south, sit back and drive mindlessly for several hours through the Virginia countryside, there was some horrendous back up that stretched for miles. It didn’t look like anybody was going anywhere at that point. Luckily, the exit ramp was backed up as well, so instead of getting in the mess I turned north for a couple of miles and pulled off to find some lunch.
“How do I get back to Front Royal?” I asked the man at the gas station.
“Just go up here and turn right at the dinosaurs,” he said. Yes, of course–the dinosaurs. Five minutes later I ended up in the parking lot of an abandoned tourist attraction called “Dinosaur Land.” Here’s a picture of what I found myself staring at.
Really? Yes, really! It was definitely time to laugh.