So here I am....
Apr. 18th, 2003 03:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
demiurgentIt's Parent's Weekend, which is always a trip. The office and I also met our incoming Headmaster first thing this morning. He was very pleasant and a good listener, hearing our concerns and our prides with good humor.
In preparation for these two events, I resolved to get some new pants and perhaps a new work shirt. I drove down to Portsmouth, and from there took the bridge into Maine to hit up the Big and Tall outlet. This is when I learned their "Spring Hours" had them close at six. Six. I mean, six.
There's one other Big and Tall in the region that I know of, and it's in South Portland. Which is not in southernmost Maine. In fact, I'd have taken a whole different route to get there, normally.
So, I piled into the car, called them on the cell phone, made sure they would be open, found out I had about fifty minutes to get there, and drove, man, drove.
I made it at ten to. By two minutes before Eight I was being rung up -- two pairs dark pants, a nice new shirt for work, and four polo shirts I discovered were on sale for about nine bucks each. Sweet.
I got home after ten, doing nothing but driving and ten minutes of shopping. I was exhausted and my gas pedal leg was sore. But I was ready.
This morning, I tore the sole out of my good shoes. Looks like it got caught on a nail on my porch. I'll hammer it flush when I get home. So, I dressed up in new clothes and tie, looking sharp and professional. And wearing sneakers. So it goes.
In preparation for these two events, I resolved to get some new pants and perhaps a new work shirt. I drove down to Portsmouth, and from there took the bridge into Maine to hit up the Big and Tall outlet. This is when I learned their "Spring Hours" had them close at six. Six. I mean, six.
There's one other Big and Tall in the region that I know of, and it's in South Portland. Which is not in southernmost Maine. In fact, I'd have taken a whole different route to get there, normally.
So, I piled into the car, called them on the cell phone, made sure they would be open, found out I had about fifty minutes to get there, and drove, man, drove.
I made it at ten to. By two minutes before Eight I was being rung up -- two pairs dark pants, a nice new shirt for work, and four polo shirts I discovered were on sale for about nine bucks each. Sweet.
I got home after ten, doing nothing but driving and ten minutes of shopping. I was exhausted and my gas pedal leg was sore. But I was ready.
This morning, I tore the sole out of my good shoes. Looks like it got caught on a nail on my porch. I'll hammer it flush when I get home. So, I dressed up in new clothes and tie, looking sharp and professional. And wearing sneakers. So it goes.
