I had the worst day yesterday. My mum was visiting from Ireland so we decided to meet for lunch at my sister's place (it's closer to the airport and mum was leaving yesterday evening), which is about 1 1/2 hours' drive for me. I don't mind driving, but I wanted to just have lunch and get back so that I could spend the late afternoon/evening with my boyfriend.
So yesterday morning, Mum texted me to ask if I could print her boarding pass (still don't know why she didn't print it at the same time as her outbound one) because my sister doesn't have a printer and Mum was worried that she either wouldn't be able to print it at the airport or it would cost a fortune to do so. So I said OK, of course - I had to go into work to do it, but whatever.
So I was running late because of that, and then I got on the motorway to hear that there had been a really dreadful accident. I'm always badly affected by news like that, so I was feeling really upset for all the people involved and then I got really worried about how long it was going to take to get through the affected area. They were saying there were delays of over an hour, so I decided to try to find a way to go cross-country. I promptly got lost and found myself crawling around a residential area trying to get back to the main road, when a woman pulled out of a parking space next to me and nearly hit my car. So I did an emergency stop and gave a brief honk of the horn to make sure she knew there was someone there. She stopped, so I went around her car since she didn't seem to be doing anything, and then she started following me! I could see she was on the phone, and she was shouting and gesticulating wildly at me, and kept honking her horn! Worse - her kids were in the car for this. I was genuinely concerned that she was going to try to fight me at a traffic light or something when she kept following me, but after a few minutes she must have decided it wasn't worth it.
So I finally made it, over an hour late. We went out for lunch and had some of the worst service I've ever had, so I was worrying about the time instead of enjoying being with my family who I rarely see.
When I eventually got home, it was pretty late so the boyfriend and I decided to order pizza. It was talking a while, and eventually the delivery guy phoned because he couldn't find our house. He was on the right street, but he was outside number 193/195 and we're 140. He couldn't work out how to get to us based on that information. Seriously? You can see which direction the numbers get smaller, and you can't work out which way to go?
So that was a pretty rubbish day. Sorry for the rant - I know it's nothing compared to many of the stories on here - but I needed it. I hope I can relax today.
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I Don't understand.
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