Hell. Lemme try that again.
So I was delivering a gift basket to a vet's office yesterday. Not a veteran's office, a veterinarian's office. You know what? I'm just gonna start drinking right now. Maybe that'll help.
Okay... Third time's a charm. Yesterday afternoon I was delivering a gift basket to a veterinary clinic (I DID IT!). I pulled up to the front door in the behemoth that is our delivery van and parked squarely in the "NO PARKING" zone. I have special privileges, that's why. I got out of the van, walked around the back of the vehicle, and opened the side door. There was the
arrangement gift basket in all its glory. I picked it up, assed the door shut, and walked in.
Upon entering, I was met with a set of two doors: one to the left that read "Dogs" and one to the right that red "Cats". Seeing as that I had a basketful of edible goodies (read: not underwear), I used my quick flower delivery man thinking and deduced that of the two doors, the one that read "Cats" would be less likely to have animals in that want to eat all of the delectables that I was carrying. I also guessed that there probably was no catnip in said gift basket. Also, I had to get into the office itself.
This is the conversation that I had with the front desk administrator lady:
Front desk administrator lady: "Hi! OHMYGOSHTHATISGORGEOUS!"
Me: "Awesome! Yeah, this is for Dr. Schlabach."
Front desk administrator lady: "Oh, I can take it to him."
Me: "Great, thanks. I hope it's okay."
Front desk administrator lady: "You hope what's okay?"
Me: "Well, I saw a door for 'Dogs' and a door for 'Cats' but I didn't see a door that read 'Humans'. I'm not in trouble, am I?"
Front desk administrator lady: [silence]
Me: "Have a good one!"
And this was after me meeting someone at Vanderbilt Hospital named Cookie Warpool. I didn't think my day was going to get any better after that but boy was I wrong...