10-20

I haven't posted anything for so long, I feel like I may be losing my audience! Ha! All one of you! I still don't have anything to write about other than my adventures at the cafe, but since I decided not to elaborate on those adventures, not much else remains to elaborate on!
I suppose I can tell you about a catering run I made last week. The boss and her husband broke up again yesterday, so talking about my adventure with him shouldn't hurt any one's feelings. We had an order for 66 lunches to be delivered to one of the refineries at 11:30. The boss's husband and I went together. He drove. I rode shotgun. Since it was such a large order, I went along to help carry stuff from the van to the designated dining area. When we got to the refinery, the husband went in to the front office to find exactly where we were supposed to deliver the food. He came back out with one of the refinery employees. He said the employee would meet us on the other side of the security gate and escort us to the site. BUT... When we pulled up to the security gate, the guard said, "You can't come through this gate! Contractors go through the other gate (about a quarter-mile down the road)." Hubby said, "But so-and-so is right there - on the other side of this gate - waiting to lead us to the..." The guard said, "I'll tell him to meet you at the contractor gate."
So we backed up, turned around, and headed for the contractor gate.
DON'T GET AHEAD OF ME NOW...
When we got to the contractor gate, the guard came out and said, "You can't go through this gate! You're supposed to use the main gate!" The boss's hubby said, "Look, I went through this same routine yesterday! The guy at the main gate sent me here and you sent me there and they sent me back here and this is the gate I came through yesterday." Then the guard looked at me and said, "Do you have a pass?" I said, "Pass? No! I'm just here to help with the delivery." The guard said, "You'll have to go back to the main office and get a pass."
By this time it was 11:45. We were already 15 minutes late for our delivery. Our "escort" was waiting on the other side of the gate and made no effort to intervene in our behalf. Three large trucks were lined up behind us waiting to go through the gate. Finally, I said to hubby, "Look, I'll just get out and wait here. You go make the delivery and pick me up on the way out." Hubby said , "okay". The guard let him through. I stood outside the gate, in the drizzle and wind, for the next 30 minutes. I was not happy.
When hubby came back, I asked him if he had much trouble making the delivery by himself. He said, "No! Several guys came out to help so I only had to carry one dish!" GRRRRR! I said, "So how come it took 30 minutes?" He said, "Did it take that long? Gee, I don't know! It didn't seem like 30 minutes." GRRRR!