A cautionary tail

Sorry about the dumb pun. That's the week I've had.

Is the doodoo I’ve been cleaning off the kitchen floor this week fair comeupance for my nastiness to that Uber driver on Monday?

I messed up the AM and PM on my pre-booked Uber ride and didn’t know it until the driver called me, saying he’s “been here, waiting for 10 minutes.” Waiting for 10 minutes, but 12 hours too late to get me to the airport. Although he’s late, I could be charged about a hundred bucks for the no-show because I was so far outside of the city. At this point, a part of my brain knew this was the kind of mistake I could make. But the louder part of my brain sees a ringing phone as an act of aggression, even before I answer. That part of my brain believed Uber itself was calling in all its extortionate, faceless glory. I lit that poor Uber driver right up and then hung up on him. All he’d done was offer to cancel the trip and prevent me from getting charged the big fee.

I left these two dolls on Monday. Missing them already.

Since that call on Monday, I’ve been awakened every morning between 4 and 5 by two dogs who have already done their potty business in the kitchen but now want breakfast.

Which reminds me of another time. Now, before I get into this, I want you to know I respect the privacy of the people I sit for. But I’m willing to break sitter-client privilege on one previous sit.