I have no idea what’s going on this weekend.
My first clue was on Tuesday. I called the hairdresser to ask whether she could fit us in that afternoon. Both my children are looking wooly-headed. The hairdresser said no, she was too busy with the short week, and all.
The clue didn’t work. I was blissfully ignorant.
Today (Thursday), the clues were fast and furious.
I called the doctor for an appointment for The Boy. When I innocently asked if there was room today for the doctor to see my Boy, the medical receptionist cackled. Cackled. As if I cracked a very funny joke. “Not today!” So I asked (still all innocent) if there was room tomorrow.
The whoops of laughter were a bit disconcerting. Never mind, we went in to see the duty doctor instead (walk-in clinic for you North American types.)
You’d think I would have clued in by then, wouldn’t you?
We saw the doctor and got The Boy’s prescription. Went to the Chemist (Pharmacy – see, I’m translating!!) and the line up was out the door. I sighed in impatience and made the children walk with me the extra block to the Chemist up on main street. Gave my prescription to the chemist at the counter and she gave a bark of laughter, too.
“Twenty minutes, if you’re lucky!” she grimaced. (I know that seems like a short wait to my North American friends, but here in my small town, seriously, that is an ETERNITY.)
So we went for a walk, and admired all the Easter Eggs in the shop windows. Admired all the Easter decorations in the $2 Shop. And I marvelled aloud at how busy it was downtown.
Yes, I was a bit slow on the uptake today.
Went back to pick up the prescription and the proprietor was behind the Chemist counter. She rang up our purchase and said “Well, you’d think the world was going to end tomorrow, wouldn’t you?”
“No kidding!” I agreed. “What’s the story?”
She looked at me askance. “Good Friday?” She said with that tone of voice. You know the one. How-Stupid-Are-You-To-Not-Know-It’s-Good-Friday-Aren’t-You-A-God-Fearing-Citizen? After all, in my small town, if you throw a rock, you hit a church, not a Starbucks.
In my defence, I think I recovered quickly. “Oh yes, of course! Ha ha.” Everything was suddenly clear. People were rushing around, going to the doctor, getting their shopping done because all the stores are closed tomorrow!!
Never mind that they’re open on Saturday. All those people might starve if they are deprived from their shopping for a day!!
You’d think, after all that, I would have clued in.
Nope. In all my wisdom, I then decided I would go to the mall after dinner.
Yes, that was insane, too.