My lunch hour

Today, like many days, my lunch hour involved many stops and errands. 

First errand:  Pick up child from school.  This went rather smoothly.  My child was in front of the school at his usual corner standing there with his 6th grader friends. 

2nd errand:  Go to the drug store.  I am not exaggerating when I say I LIVE at Longs.  I seem to find myself there everyday!!!  If I'm not mailing packages, I'm buying tissue paper, or candy...  Today I picked up my mother's medication, tissue paper, wrapping paper, and stamps to mail my mother's cards.  I see these people that work there more often than some members of my family.

3rd errand:  Drop of child with his grandmother.  Once there, my mother asks me if I can stop and get a new urinal for her specimen she has to drop off at the doctor.  She insists that her urinal container does not work because there is no "hole" to put the "specimen" in.  I wait in car while she retrieves the urinal so I can take back to the clinic.  After careful inspection, I notice there is nothing wrong with it.  This is when my mother asks me to pick up a Christmas tree.

4th errand:  Pick up tree.  Knowing that I don't have to go to the clinic to get a new urinal, I am relieved, and willing to do this task.  As I drive up to the Rite Aide, I run into traffic, and of course everyone is all full of the holiday spirit, and are honking away at each other, and exchanging rude obscenities.  Apparently, the ole' converted school bus, that is now the Jerry Garcia Dead Head Mobile is blocking the intersection and no one on the turning left  lane can move.  The two young people in the car in front of me are having a hard time dealing with this problem, because no one in the right lane is letting them change lanes.  It comes to a point where the young man in the passenger seat, actually gets out of his car in desperation.  He gets out of his car and pulls up his pants which are practically down to his knees, and throws his hands up in the air in frustration.  Oh brother..  He then gets back into the car, and traffic in his lane starts moving, but of course, the driver still seems to think he needs to get into the other lane, and quickly darts in front of the blonde in the Camaro.  They both exchange the honking of the horns and the middle fingers to each other.  How charming. 

As I drive up to the Rite Aide, I spy the perfect little tree standing there.  The tree wasn't exactly perfect, because I couldn't get it to fit in my car.  Of course, I may have been able to, IF the 100 men who passed me by would have helped.  Not one of them offered.  I stood there and thought.  Would they have stopped if I was blonde?  Where is the blonde wig when a girl needs it anyway?  Anyways, there was no way I was going to leave the parking lot without this tree!  Sure, I do have siblings that live in town that own trucks; but of course, they weren't asked to get the tree.  I have a truck at home; but I live 40 miles away from town however.  I eventually had the idea of stuffing the tree in the backseat, and have part of hanging out of the car window on the baby seat side. 

My car will have the beautiful scent of evergreen for months.  How wonderful is that?!

Yes, all of this was accomplished during a working hour.  Where is my martini?