I journeyed to Philly today. Upon my arrival at the hospital, I was greeted by a sign that read, "Parking lot is full. Sorry for the inconvenience." Hmm. What to do? I had just driven 85 miles to be turned about by a sign, 'Sorry for the inconvenience"? Uh, no. I felt extremely belligerent at that moment. I wanted to ... I don't know what I wanted to do, but definitely I wanted to blame someone, have someone fix it, have someone ... Who is this "someone" I wanted to hold responsible? The someone who was going to make the hospital less hectic today, on the day of my arrival. For does not that someone know that I, Emma's mom, visit on Wednesday? Was not someone notified? And, by the way, could that same someone arrange to have my daughter better so she can be home for the holidays? Because this is truly a huge inconvenience and I want it stopped ... like now ... okay ... someone? Anyone? Bueller? Bueller?
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