What a Morning...

This morning before leaving work I decided to partake of the Uniform Sale that was going on in the North Pavilion. We hospital folk just LOVE our Uniform Sales, and I ended up with several items that I felt I Needed (aka, were too cute to pass up) and got in line. A few minutes, one dropped item and four purple fingers later it was my turn to sign my receipt for payroll deduction and head for home. I happened to stop at a chair to wait for a friend to walk with (you know we women travel in pairs or not at all), and decided to check my ticket. My charge was wrong on the receipt... I counted the items, it was off, and I had a "Khaki" item that cost $54.00 on there. Had to get BACK in line, wait for another 10-15 min for them to go over my receipt with me item by item and decide that they hadn't charged me for a pair of pants and a top, AND had charged me for a pair of Shoes that I didn't buy and that they haven't sold in over a year! Go figure... Leave it to me to make something as simple as buying new scrubs an adventure.
So, then I decided that I'd had a busy enough night, and with the morning's foible, It was officially a Krystal's Morning. I tend to declare this when I've had a really busy or bad night. Something about those four little "Fresh, Hot, Small Squares" just calms me and seems to make everything right with the world. Know what I mean? On my way there, I decide to call my friend Jill for moral support over the wrong bill, and happen to dial one of my coworkers instead. (Danged Chocolate Cell and it's waaaay too sensitive keypad!) We have a nice little chat anyway until I pull into Fresh Hot Small Square Mecca. By now, I'm thinking things are looking up, beginning to go my way yanno? Ok, so I got my bill added incorrectly, I dialed the wrong number, it's ok, those are just happy accidents... No worries! I place my order and hear the sunny voice of my very favorite Drive thru lady over the intercom. Yay! I go to pull up to the window, pull out my handy dandy ATM card and, FLIP! It goes right out the window! This is not something that my training up until now has ever prepared me for so all I can do is laugh at My silly self while I climb out the door and go running behind my car to retrieve said plastic. Of course, there just happened to be a work crew in the lot working on whatever it is that they work on who saw the whole thing and I'm sure also had a nice little giggle over it as well. *sigh* What can you do if not laugh at yourself?!?! LOL! Hey, at least the sammies were done my favorite way... all soggy and squishy and full of Krystal Love! YUM!