leafing through

I had a feeling yesterday that my eye appointment wasn’t going to happen. I had no reason to suspect, but it just randomly came to me as a possibility. In my mind, it was going to play out like this: I’ll show up, and no one will know about my appointment. I should’ve trusted myself and called to confirm, but I didn’t, and reality played out pretty close to what my spidey senses told me. I showed up at 8:40AM for my 9 o’ clock appointment. The sign on the door showed that they didn’t open until 9:30AM. I keep doing that to myself! On my calendar, I adjust by a half hour earlier so I’m not late. Only when the time draws near, I forget I’ve already given myself a half hour margin, and I show up even earlier than that! So I wind up with a 60 minute margin of error! Too bad the DSW next door wasn’t open yet. Or maybe that’s a good thing. So I wandered Office Depot. Bor-ring! At 9:20AM, I’m outside waiting again. By 9:35, I call the office to leave a message saying I’m in the area, call me when you open. Then I go to the grocery store. I’m debating whether I should get soymilk just yet, because I didn’t want it sitting in my car if my appointment was going to happen. So at 10 o’clock, I call and the receptionist tells me they don’t have eye appointments on Mondays. A-ha! My intuition was right. Who needs the psychic hotline? I got my milk and came home. Not a complete waste of a morning, just a drawn out grocery trip for things I didn’t really need. We already have milk at home.