Phone #2 broken

So I am driving into the dentist yesterday. this is a stress for me so I called my father to pass the time. Can't hear a thing. Exactly what was happening last week.

So, now I am a little wound up. I park the car and run down the stairs to the office. I get to the door and turn the knob and at full speed go to go through the door...bad news. the door is locked. So it looks like a feeble attempt to try out for Starsky and Hutch. As i am shaking the cobwebs out I look up to see that the office moved. Oh yeah, they called me about that. Now I am late though and remember the phone isn't working again. Futhermore, my dentist, Dr Sewell, who is excellent is not a fan of lateness. In my opinion, great rule, it is why you NEVER wait at their office, but now I am late. I hate being late.

So I am in the car and hustlin to get there and the phone rings. Dr. Sewell's office. I answer, that didn't work. Remember the phone? So they call again. I swing into where I think the office may be. No, I didn;t look at the directions, why make this easier?

I run into the first offcice building, no luck. Then down the sidewalk to the second one. 215. Got it. Up the stairs in a sprint. I bust through the door as they are leaving me the second message asking when I would like to reschedule. I'm a wreck and they are laughing their butts off.

The good news though is that I didn't think about the dentist appointment. That is until the drill started.