Today started out as a beautiful February day (wait, we get beautiful February days in Michigan?). I had plans to get my blood work done for my annual physical, and had to be nothing-by-mouth (NPO in medical terms) from the night before until I got the blood work done. I was supposed to have my blood work done on Monday, but I broke my NPO and had breakfast. Oops- a quick call to the hospital lab got me rescheduled for the next day.
Unfortunately for me, the past couple of nights have been rough on my psyche for some strange reason, and I haven’t slept well. When I don’t sleep well, the couch becomes my second bed after the boys head off to school. Today was no exception. I konked off to sleep after I got the kitchen cleaned up after breakfast (and NO, I did not eat breakfast this time! Ha!). So, I was truly NPO by the time I arrived at the hospital for my blood work at noon. Mind you, by this time, it was over 12 hours that I had had anything to eat or drink. I was getting very hungry.
After the blood work, the comedy of errors began. I deposited a check, ran over to the credit union to deposit money into our shared account (long story), then rushed across town where the gas hadn’t gone up in price yet to fill up my van’s voracious gas tank. While I was filling up my gas tank, I called one of the local pizza places to place an order for a grinder sandwich for lunch. I had thought that since I had put money in my checking account, I would be able to access it right away.
How wrong I was. How wrong I was. I head into the gas station store to pay, and picked up a couple of donuts (hey, I was STARVING at this point) plus a snack bag of peanut M&M’s. I thought “hey, I’ll be able to pay for this with my ATM card with no problem since I just deposited a check.” (insert buzzer noise) I run the card through the card reader. It wasn’t accepted. I try again, and get the same result. At this point, I’m near tears because I was sure I had money in my account. One of my friends that was there in the store offered to pay and I could pay her back, but I declined her generous offer.
I went over to the ATM at the back of the store, and tried to get money from there. I got the ‘insufficient funds’ notice, and at that moment, I started to panic. The tears started, and I was so upset. The store manager and the clerk were so nice and said, ” Don’t worry, we won’t call the cops on you. It’s OK. Just go do what you need to do so you can pay and come back. You can take the donuts and M&Ms with you.”
I search around in my purse for my keys, then I check my pockets. No keys. Guess where they are? They are still in the ignition of my van and the doors are locked. Luckily, I had my remote door opener thingy with me, so I could open the doors. Still… I was not going to utter that question “what else could possibly go wrong?”
I head over to the bank where I had just made the deposit. The teller told me “well, it’s a personal check you deposited, so it takes a little longer for it to clear.” UGH. I was beside myself at that point. I told her what happened at the gas station, andasked if I could please withdraw some money so I could pay for my gas. No problem- she gave me my money, and back to the gas station I returned.
This time I made sure I had my keys in my hand, and went into the store to pay for my gas and goodies. The clerk said “I felt so bad for you. It’s OK. I’m glad you got it all straigtened out.” The manager came up and said, “It’s OK, things like that happen sometimes.”
You just gotta love living in a small town for that reason. People actually care.
Now, I finally was able to pick up my lukewarm lunch and head off to my husband’s work so I could eat and check my e-mail.
And luckily, nothing else went wrong for the rest of the day.