I headed home for lunch today, and as I headed down the apartment hallway I saw chunks of carpeting outside my door and a big metal toolbox. Maintenance decided that today would be the day to tear up my floor. I was supposed to get a letter beforehand to tell me to clear out cupboards and stuff. No letter! I did get a voicemail from the leasing office warning me they’d be there. The voicemail, though, was left at 9am in the morning, long after I had left for work. Hm. Anyway, I stepped into my apartment and everything was in disarray. They really did tear up the floor, there was a trench in there. They also took apart my sink and my connecting cabinets and put them in my livingroom. Skittles was safe in her cocoon underneath my bed. She came out to greet me as soon as she knew I wasn’t a stranger or a loud jackhammer. I made sure she had food, and then I decided I would go out to get something to eat.
I headed into the next town to McDonald’s, but just as I was about to cross the intersection, a police car stopped in the middle and stopped traffic. Our President is in town! Duh, I forgot he’d be in the area at that exact time. I couldn’t go forward, couldn’t go back or turn right onto the nearest street. So I called the office, told them I might be late and then I turned my car off and waited. One guy got out of his car and marched up to one of the police officers:
Guy: How much longer?
Very Patient Police Officer: (Shrugging) I have no idea, we’re on his schedule now!
Guy: Well, no shit!
It wasn’t long before we heard some loud motors roaring up the nearby street, and then we saw the band of motorcycles. A few minutes later we saw more police cars and then I saw a black car that I believed to contain President Obama. I waved kind of sheepishly at the tinted windows, hoping he was in that particular car. A few more cars and vans followed and then it was all over. The police car that controlled traffic disappeared in an instant, and lunch traffic was able to proceed.
It’s usually around those times I wish I had a camera on my cellphone. Dang it! Oh well, it was still a very exciting experience! Like going to a parade, but even more patriotic!