Really??

Warning: Incoming whine…

So we decided to take the kids to the local zoo this afternoon.  You’d think that task in itself would not be a monumental event.  However, for us, it was a battle between good and evil…

First off, after lunch, I realize that I didn’t have my wallet.  I searched high and low for it, no go.  I swore I put that thing in the car where we left.  In the process of looking for it, Nessa’s balloon from Red Robin bumped into a sign and came off the string and blew away, which means we had two kids fighting over who got to hold the one remaining balloon.  Nessa was louder about it, so she won.  I drove back home, scanning the streets in case I left it on top of the Blazer and it fell off.  Got all the way home with no sign of it, so I went it and there it was sitting on the counter.  Bleh…

So we get to the zoo, and it’s humid.  I mean, it’s like “rainforest dripping from every exposed piece of skin, glasses fogging, hair curling, swimming through every breath” humid.  After about an hour I couldn’t take it anymore and we needed to take a reprieve in some a/c.  Luckily we had that option in one of the cafes.  The zoo in itself wasn’t THAT bad, other than swimming through it, and we couldn’t get the giraffes to come over so we could feed them (I suspect the squealing baby had something to do with that), and a number of the animals were hiding in their cool hidey holes.  The real fun started on that way home…

It started to rain as we were leaving (imagine that, more rain…), so we get the kids buckled in and remember that we’re nearly out of gas.  So we drive to the nearest Shitco, and I get out to start filling up when I realize that the locking gas cap won’t unlock.  As I started wrestling with it, it started pouring, we’re talking horizontal rain so drenching that even overhead canopy and umbrella was not protecting us.  This torrential rain continued through the 20 minutes that we (meaning myself, Dale and the gas station attendant) attempted to dislodge the beast, when it finally gave up the ghost.  Whew, we can fill up now!  So I go to fill up, and my card wouldn’t work.  Um, huh?  I know there’s money on there, what’s up with that?  So Dale goes into the store and they tell us the card readers cannot talk to the main system, so it can’t scan the card.  So we opt to pay inside, finally got gas into the vehicle and I headed in to pay (remember it’s still pouring rain).  I get inside, and as soon as I’m at the counter, their computer locked up, can’t check me out (does that mean it’s free?  They weren’t amused…).  They tried their other computer, which was having issues all of it’s own, unable to talk to the pumps, but can do everything else.  So I stand there waiting to get checked out for another 5 minutes while their computer reboots.  Eventually they got it working and we’re on our way.  By this time, Nessa was super cranky and hungry and screeching her ear-piercing shriek and we’re counted the minutes until we pulled into our driveway.  While on the way, I can’t find my wallet, again…  Came to discover I was sitting on it, after of course I called the gas station and asked if it was there.  Argh…

I need a drink or two, or five…

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