Doc C is away this week, because he's taken a group of his students to New York for spring break. Yeah I didn't want to go, because you know NYC is just too much fun really and who would want to visit all of those art galleries and museums? Or be forced to eat delicious food? Or perhaps do a little light shopping?
So instead I'm staying at home to spend some quality time with the cats, and I'm getting lifts to-and-from work all week. My manager is picking me up tomorrow morning, which has the potential to be the best excuse for being late ever.
Today was sort of weird, because I had a doctor's appointment and my plan was just to call for a cab to pick me up from the surgery. The receptionists got out the yellow pages for me, and we started making some calls. Staggeringly the only taxi firm that actually answered wasn't available for a couple of hours, and every other number we tried either went to voicemail or was disconnected. The nurses on reception were equally surprised, but we all agreed that we didn't want to call "Taxis by Bubba". In the end I called back to the office, and asked the last person there to come and get me.
Now that would never happen in New York. Never.