Well, although I had the highest of hopes, my big day out yesterday ended a bit like the Thelma and Louise story - crashing off a cliff!
It started fine - with a great drive and breakfast at Cora's. Then off to the eye doctor. After close to an hour of tests and trying multiple sample lenses I was finished. He gave me a pair of a new type of contacts to try for 3 weeks and if they work ok we will order more. So now I was free to enjoy the rest of my day! yeah - right!!
Next stop, another one of those Pumpkin Lattes I raved about last week. Hmmm, it doesn't seem as great as the first one, but maybe its because it feels like a bit of a headache starting. I just figured it was from having someone poke their fingers in my eyes for the past 45 minutes and it would go away.
I had heard about a shop in the area that was selling hand dyed wool for hooking. Certainly that would turn my day around. I had been communicating a bit with the owner and had sent a message several days before saying I would be in the area and asked for directions as she was a bit out of the way and I wasn't overly familiar with the area. No response. I found this a bit odd but asked someone at the coffee shop for directions to this community and I set out. It was a bit further than I expected but since I wasn't in a hurry I left and did find it. Now, I always thought the point of having a business was to serve customers, make money and encourage repeat business. Apparently this shops philosphy is different....
I walked in and was completely ignored. I was the only customer there. The owner just went about her business and didn't even acknowledge that I had walked in!!!! Soooooo, I continued to browse around thinking any minute she would stick her head out of the hole in the back. Nope. I'm getting mildly annoyed and in hindsight I should have walked out but I am stubborn (and stupid). I decided to buy a piece of wool - this would force her into a conversation, right?? (The wool she had for sale was lovely by the way)
So I go back to her little hole with my purchase - again no conversation - just tells me the price. So I put my money on the table. She puts my wool in the bag, hands it to me (no thanks was offered). So I stood there for a minute - looking at my money. She isn't giving me any change!!!! It wasn't like it was a few cents --- it was a few dollars! This whole thing is just getting ridiculous and I am quickly losing patience. But I hold it together and said, while looking at my money "Oh - do you need exact change?". She gave me a LOOK! Then, in a manner that appeared somewhat reluctant, reached into the cash box and gave me the change! OMG I could hardly belief the last 20 minutes were real!!!!
WOW - the whole experience was unreal. And then on the way home I was ticked at myself for buying anything!
The headache is now getting much worse and I am feeling slightly ill. Stubborn - I don't want to give up on my day. I go to The Shoe Company. Hot red shoes or high sexy boots in an inappropriate color will turn things around. I walked in and the smell of the leather was making my stomach flip - OMG this is NOT a good sign. Migraine on the way.
Its time to pull the plug and head home. Just as I was walking in the door a friend called and I almost hung up on him. I ran upstairs and I spent the next few hours sick, sick, sick. I swear I lost 7-8 pounds between the hours of 3-5pm. I spent the rest of the night shivering under a blanket. Not sure exactly was it was but I am feeling better today.
I guess my hopes for the day were too high.