Okay, so the title's not very ingenious, but hey, it's late.
So, it's a beautiful Saturday afternoon, and we decided to take advantage of that and go grocery shopping at Hell*mart. Mostly because if we didn't, we would have no food to eat for the next week. So we leave, happily listening to Mica on the way, and not even getting that frustrated when we came across an accident cutting off two lanes of traffic. We get to said grocery store and purchase our overpriced cheapness and leave. Only to discover that we CAN'T GET HOME. That's right. Orem City has been having some week long party called Orem Summerfest. And today was the day of the parade. We didn't know about Summerfest, since we don't read the paper or watch TV, but we knew there was going to be a parade because there had been chairs, blankets, and roped off areas of grass people had put up on the "best" spots. What we didn't know is that our little cul-de-sac thingy, having only 3 entrances (2 being on the parade route), would have them all blocked off by police, leaving us unable to get to our house to unload said groceries. Now, we could have gotten there by foot, they had no problem with that. But we were told to park our car in the high school parking lot and wait out the parade, because the street wouldn't open up until then. This particular street wasn't even being used by the parade! There was no reason that we could see for the street being blocked off completely. GAH!!!! We had no notices from anyone that the street would be blocked off for what turned out to be 3 hours. None. If we had known this, we would have gone grocery shopping earlier. But we didn't, so we went later. Because, you know, sleeping in is kind of nice. Luckily, as we drove around fuming and wondering what to do with our melting ice cream, juice, and dinners, I saw one of the members of our ward sitting out in her carport. I pulled over to ask if we could park in their driveway (there wasn't any available parking on the street, it was jam packed 3 blocks from the parade). I couldn't even get the words out, I was so frustrated and mad that I started crying. She and her husband very nicely let us sit with them and chatted for 2 hours (we drove around for 1 trying to get home) before the parade was finally over and they had taken down the road block and we were able to get home. It was after 10 when we finally got the groceries put away and dinner on the table. Thank goodness The Man was led by the Spirit to buy a frozen lasagna, because that's what we had to nuke and eat for dinner. And I'm so thankful that we didn't have a bunch of hungry, screaming kids in the car. That would have really sucked.
But we did get a Fat Boy ice cream sandwich out of it.
You don't get a lot of cheek from the police force in my particular where abouts. Not that they seem to blame, that spoken, I do hope you intend to complain of said inconvenience? Not to play Ireland, ranting like a spoiled child for your dues, but just so such a malignment can be avoided in the future. Cheers.
ReplyDeleteOh, I complained alright. My husband attempted to make a phone call that night and leave a message, but lo and behold, the City of Orem doesn't let you leave messages. I sent an e-mail, and I am hoping it gets to the right person/people. I don't blame the cop that I talked to for not letting us through. I'm sure if he had, he would have gotten a lot of crap from other people wanting to be let through.
ReplyDeletewoah. that totally sucks. they should definitely put fliers in your mailbox or on your door letting you know about these things. what if you didnt have a tv or computer or get the paper? then what huh? how WOULD you know? i'm pretty irritated for you. i realize that it is belated. whats your point? well. we need to play but mostly we need to pack and move and unpack because it would be more fun to play in my new house :)
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