I’ve had a few friends remark this weekend how I have very good patience, and that I’m a very forgiving person. Not at all bad compliments but, you see, I’m not so good with the compliments and the patience one always throws me. I just laugh, and shrug, and attribute it to in living in my family house…kind of a surivial method.
One that was tested this afternoon. Involving my brother, of course.
Drove all the way to London to pick him up and take him back for a few appointments he has tomorrow morning. I arrive at his place, no one is there. My brother has no phone, and no internet at home, so contacting him is well, hard. We’d arrange the details yesterday though, so its not as though he didn’t know I was coming. So I wait. And wait, and wait. Call my folks to see if they’d heard from him. Nope. I’m told to wait it out for a while.
Its horrible outside, wet snow and I’m not looking forward to the drive back, all the stores are closing, so can’t shop for a bit whilst waiting, forgot my glasses, so reading is out, and my tea is getting cold after 90 minutes sitting in his driveway. So I head to Shoppers, which is always open and wander gathering stuff for stocking stuffers, also wondering who the fuck Hannah Montana is, and why she has her own advent calander?
So now I’ve been waiting for three hours at this point. I’m starting to get a wee bit grumpy and wonder why public transportation is not an option. I think in my entire life my parents have picked me up once or twice while I was living away. So I call home again, still no word. The roads are getting bad, and I say screw it and leave to go back home.
The snow was pretty bad. You know the kind where is falling fast and you feel as though you can’t blink or you’ll go off the road from the slush? Its like a real life magic eye come to life and its attacking you or something. Anyway, just as I’m rolling into the driveway at home, my phone rings. He’s home now, will I turn around to go get him?
(insert maniacal laughter followed by an abrup stop, and the word, no).
This is in no way my fault, and I’m not up for driving another two and a half hours to pick up the little bugger when he can take the bus. The parentals conceit, however, one of his appointments tomorrow cannot be canceled without incurring a fee. So now I’ve got to go in his place. Oi and vey.
Any advice on something I can make up for a doctors appointment I have tomorrow, that I’m perfectly healthy to attend?
This song is great, played loud whilst driving.
When patience is tested, music is the best cure.
