I was told that the area in Baltimore where Gary and I had to go today for his medical tests was a bad section of town.
First of all... our GPS got us lost.
Doors locked? Check.
Finally, we found the place. Second floor suite 208. I won't go into detail... but let's just say there was standing room only and I needed to get some air so I went downstairs to wait. I found a chair in a long hall leading to a Pharmacy that only carried wheel chairs and walkers. No shopping there. So I first bought a Mounds bar, then had a seat. (yes, they had candy and a very hard chair). Sick, grungy, hacking people were spewing germs every which way as they passed by me and I thought, I see possible flu in my future. Then a great idea! Wait in the car where it's more comfortable. But first find the bathroom and see if I can't find the coffee shop that Gary said was down there...
Coffee shop... had a sign that said 'Handicapped Only'.
That left me out.
So I went to the car and began my 3 hour wait. What to do... what to do... Facebook asked me... what's on your mind? So I spilled my guts.
And then I spotted the ice cold water in the middle of the desert. Okay... it was really an outside entrance to the coffee shop and real - non-handicapped people were allowed to go inside.
They had ice cream, cheese cake, coffee, sodas and chips. I grabbed a Choco Taco and a bag of barbeque chips, paid the man, and ran to the car.
|There's the coffee shop entrance straight ahead.|
Below - This was my 3 hour scenery. Not so entertaining.
But the angry, fighting, yelling screaming people coming and going were very entertaining. I learned a lot of new words. And they weren't all four-letter words, either.
And then an old lady pulled her car right beside of ours and slammed open her door scratching our car.
She grumbled something like 'it sucks to be me' then went inside. I sneaked a peek at the damage... a little scratch... but nothing that I wished to risk my life over, so when she came back 5 minutes later and got back in her car and left, I concentrated on my Words With Friends move with Gary and never even gave her a look.
So what do you do when you're in the middle of a mock Jerry Springer show, in a seedy part of town with nothing to do but eat junk food and pray the protection of Jesus?
Between Gary and Sophie Doodle my mind was kept pretty occupied with Words With Friends. (Yes... I play Scrabble with a dog. And Yes, she has beat me. Don't judge me.)
Instead of using GPS to find our way out of Hell Town, we used common sense.
It got us home without getting us lost.