Well, it's finally happened.
I'm trapped at the church -- literally, this time, as opposed to the metaphorical trapping which some people view as my daily life.
When I came this morning, I was forced to use a slightly circuitous route because they were repaving part of Howertown Road (the street on which the church sits). Being ever so slightly genre savvy, I thought it was a good idea to put my car in the church lot rather than parking on the street, as I often do, because I sensed that leaving it on the street would be an invitation to trouble.
While I was congratulating myself on outwitting my scriptwriter, Jeff the sexton walked into my office, complaining about what a labyrinth it was for him to get to the church, and how he ultimately had to park in our rear lot, which mostly exists for the teachers in the day care. He only arrived about half an hour after I did, but in that short a time, they managed to block off the entire street. I can't get my car out of the lot; I'm not even sure I can walk over to it.
Fortunately, Pastor can still get out to do his thing, so he promised to pick up the printer ink from Staples that I very much need in order to do my job. And equally fortunately, the ink I currently have was enough for me to print the things that absolutely needed to be printed today. My volunteers are doing the bulletins this afternoon instead of tomorrow, because of a schedule conflict, but I was able to print the main bulletins and am copying them now.
This punny, linky entry has been brought to you by my addiction to TV Tropes.
When I came this morning, I was forced to use a slightly circuitous route because they were repaving part of Howertown Road (the street on which the church sits). Being ever so slightly genre savvy, I thought it was a good idea to put my car in the church lot rather than parking on the street, as I often do, because I sensed that leaving it on the street would be an invitation to trouble.
While I was congratulating myself on outwitting my scriptwriter, Jeff the sexton walked into my office, complaining about what a labyrinth it was for him to get to the church, and how he ultimately had to park in our rear lot, which mostly exists for the teachers in the day care. He only arrived about half an hour after I did, but in that short a time, they managed to block off the entire street. I can't get my car out of the lot; I'm not even sure I can walk over to it.
Fortunately, Pastor can still get out to do his thing, so he promised to pick up the printer ink from Staples that I very much need in order to do my job. And equally fortunately, the ink I currently have was enough for me to print the things that absolutely needed to be printed today. My volunteers are doing the bulletins this afternoon instead of tomorrow, because of a schedule conflict, but I was able to print the main bulletins and am copying them now.
This punny, linky entry has been brought to you by my addiction to TV Tropes.