Wherein my good deed becomes moot.

My boyfriend is a booker/promoter, and we spent a delightful few days hanging with The Sure Things Good people; talented musicians; bad luck with vans.

After a delay because of a tuneup that was more extensive than planned, they left yesterday, only to make it 2 hours before the van kaffed. Today, we get an SOS call and long story short I delivered a part they needed, (3.5 hours round trip, not always doing 90kms/hr ) because otherwise they wouldn’t get the part early enough to get on to their next tour dates. Many thank you’s from all, including the Garage mechanic, the band, and my boyfriend.

I guess the van got fixed, because further on down the road, new problems.

RSVP Econoline.

Sucks for them, and now my good-deed, hero status has been rendered moot.
How far I have fallen since 2pm.
Anyone else have similar stories to share? I just wanna drink whiskey and play songs about being down and out and share tales of woe.

I don’t understand this part.

The van died. She meant RIP. I’m like an expert at knowing what people mean.

Econoline full size van.

Personal
Delivery

Yes.
RIP.:smack:

I when I posted I had also been talking about a baby shower invite…to which I might just RIP

:smack::smack::smack:

That makes way more sense! I had all kinds of weird ideas trying to think of what RSVP meant! LOL (did they send away for another van?)

No but i should send them to the baby shower and let me sit by the side of the road in Upsala ON in the cold and drink whiskey.
Oh, wait… I like these people. Nevermind.

Heck, you had me at “drink whiskey.”

Now that’s a LOL moment, sending an RIP to a bay shower.

(I’m so going to hell … )**

Clearly you haven’t met my family. Also, Baby shower or Bay Shower?

I’m going to hell too, lets share a bottle of whiskey mmmkay?

The plethora of typos in my post should clearly indicate I’ve already started on that whiskey … :wink:

Lucky.

Only alcohol here is in the swabs or in the hand sanitizer dispensers.

7pm isn’t that far away yet is it? Think im gonna buy me a bottle of Forty Creek whisky/ tonight.*

*And go into work tomorrow feeling shiny and new.

Tomorrow’s Saturday, you probably will be looked at strange if you do come in at all … :wink:

Posting from work, and looking around I see the patients still expect to be cared for, regardless of day of the week. Heck, most of my patients don’t know what year it is, but they still want their meals regularly. Medications and clean clothes too.

I’m a nurse. I didn’t forget it was Friday, this week Friday was my Monday.