Today Manna from Heaven, for me, came in the form of a Bank of America and a 7-11. Before you judge and throw actual pieces of manna (am I even spelling that right?) hear me out. So, I've been using my credit card for most of my daily expenses. I plan on paying it off fairly quickly, but I checked it today and the balance almost made me cry. I desperately needed to get to the bank. I had a couple of checks that would easily take over my bills and everyday stuff. I looked online and there was a Bank of America just a few blocks away from my apartment and was sorta on my way home. I calculated it and is only six blocks out of my way from my usual route home. There was no way I was driving my car for six blocks. So, I carefully mapped out the way to get to the bank from Union Station. I just forgot I was going to be going at rush hour.
My problems started at Union Station. The platform was incredibly busy. Much busier than the actual Metro. I was riding towards the front of the metro which was unusual for me. When I got off, the crowd was pushing everyone who was getting off to a different set of stairs than what I'm used to. I decided not to fight it and just go with the flow. I had never been this way but I shrugged it off thinking it couldn't be too hard to find my way to the correct exit. Yeah, no. I got outside and I was at the back of Union Station. To get an accurate picture of what I was dealing with, Union Station is about five blocks front to back. I was about a block from the very back of the Station and on the wrong side. I walked around to what I thought was the front, but it wasn't. Instead of wasting time, I decided to walk until I ran into the street I needed to turn on to. The street name was 'H' and I was starting at 'I'. No biggie, right? I started walking. I'll admit I was taking my time and looking around at everything trying to get a feel for the area. When I realized that I had been walking for a while, I looked at the nearest street sign. I was on 'B' street. So I backtracked, looking for 'H'. I went past 'E', 'F', 'G' and then look, there's 'I' again. No 'H'. I walked down to 'G' and walked a block and then went back up a block. No 'H'. Again, I walked down a block and over. No 'H'. I repeated this two more times. Finally, I saw 'H'. But the sidewalk I needed to go down was under construction. I went up two blocks then walked ten blocks to the street I thought the Bank of America was on. By this time, I had walked WAY more than the six blocks out of my way than I originally thought. Also, I had worn my Dansko's to work. For those outside the medical profession. Dansko's are clogs that are slip-on. Extremely comfortable, but they weigh about five pounds and are not meant for city walking. I tripped no less than 15 times on my little adventure. So here I am tired, sweaty, my feet are aching, I am very thirsty, and I really have to pee. Then, suddenly out of nowhere... Bank of America!
I finally get inside, but can barely deposit my checks because I am dancing I have to pee so badly. I manage to get everything done. I go out the back part of the building and I see.....a 7-11. I feel like my problems are solved. Air conditioning, water, and a place to pee. At that moment it looked like the Taj Mahal. It was my manna from heaven.
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