WOW! That was INSANE!
Today I set out to do the simple...or what was supposed to be the simple task of applying for our marriage license! I called my local department who directed me to another department who told me where I needed to go. For simplicities sake we'll say that I was told to go to their centre midtown on Mario street (Hubby-to-be is racing with the kids on mario kart....so sue me) To give an idea I will lay it out like this:
Today I set out to do the simple...or what was supposed to be the simple task of applying for our marriage license! I called my local department who directed me to another department who told me where I needed to go. For simplicities sake we'll say that I was told to go to their centre midtown on Mario street (Hubby-to-be is racing with the kids on mario kart....so sue me) To give an idea I will lay it out like this:
- 1:34pm I take a bus to Mario street midtown which is about 10 minutes bus ride away.
- 1:50pm I wait in line at the centre and at my turn I tell them I am here to apply for a marriage license. The lady tells me I need to go downtown (30 minutes away) to the vital statistics department on Horatio St. Flustered I leave with a piece of paper that has the vital statistics phone number and address.
- 2:10 while waiting for hubby-to-be to check his text and tell me what bus to take I check my balance to see if while I'm here I should make a payment on his wedding band. Don't want it to be a wasted trip. I decide against it and head for the terminal completely annoyed.
- 2:18 while waiting for the next bus to Horatio St. which isn't due to arrive until 2:30 I stare at the number. I think to myself, "My transfer expires at 4pm if I go all the way downtown to Horatio St. I will arrive at 3pm....and chances are they are going to tell me it's the wrong place. So I call the number Of course they tell me that I don't need to go to Horatio St. that I need to go to Mario St.I inform the representative that I am currently at Mario St. and they told me to go to Horatio. She gives me another number.
- 2:20 pm I phone the other number who tells me "You don't need to be on Mario or Horatio st. you need to be on Bowser Road Inbound!" This is a 4minute busride from my home!!!! I could have been done SO much faster! This is rediculous! Right in front of me is a bus which will take me there so I thank her and hop on said bus.
- 2:22pm I call hubby-to-be while waiting for bus to leave and tell him, "I should be home soon." I explain what has happened and then say, "And if this place turns me away then we just aren't getting married!"
- 2:26pm Now off the bus at Bowser Road Inbound I realize I hadn't acquired an exact address from the lady. I have a pretty good idea where it should be as Bowswer Road is pretty abandoned. But to be safe I call the city back and explain that I have been bounced around a lot and want to make sure I get to the right spot since my transfer expires at 4pm. On a side note I was supposed to meet my boss at 3pm so there is even more stress on this timeframe!
- 2:30 I go stand in line. A gentleman says, "Can I help you?"
"Only if you want to. This is my third try!"
"Your 3rd marriage? Are you sure you want to?"
"No no...my third attempt at applying. First they sent me to Mario St. then Horatio st. now here, if this doesn't work I'm giving up." He laughed and asked if the man knew he was getting married because "it doesn't make a good present."
"Yeah he knows." - 2:41pm I exit the building successfully completed my application. FINALLY Head towards bus terminal.
- 2:50 I'm approaching bus terminal from inside a building when I see the bus home is getting ready to leave. I run like a mad woman at the doors to get to the bus in time. I push softly on the first door as I exit and it opens to the right so naturally I think the next one which is 2 feet away will also open the to right. I hit the edge with my wrist and all 100 lbs of force behind me SMACK might as well have ran into a wall for all the good it did...evidently THAT door opens to the left..... ouch! Swollen and injured I board the bus where a less than impressed driver grudgingly lets me on.
- 2:53 I arrive at my stop and begin the walk home rubbing my throbbing wrist. Walk in the house take off my jacket and see my boss pull in. Phew, that was close.
What a day!!!!!! I think I'm going to have fat friday a little earlier this week....aka today! :p
<3 your sore hippie bride
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