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.
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.
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.