I had this terrific lunch with some awesome friends: my former coworkers. It was thoroughly enjoyable and I love them to pieces. Then they did something above and beyond anything I could comprehend: they gave me a stethoscope, my first stethoscope. To those of you who don't know I worked in a doctor's office and I am planning to pursue a degree in Nursing at BYU in Provo. I was beyond words. I still am. Holy cow, they're amazing. And I think of them every time see it.
About this time, 2:15 to be exact, a waitress peeps through my happiness and says that it's 2:15 and if you've parked at the park you need to move it because the farmers market is setting up. I parked there knowing that I would need to move and I was like okay I should probably leave before I get a ticket. So I said goodbye to some of the most amazing people and started to walk across to the other side of the park to get to my car.
As I'm walking I see red flashing lights. "Oh no," I first thought "My car is getting towed." So now I'm walking REALLY fast trying to get there before my car gets towed. I get there and it's just a cop car. Phew. Or so I think. After a rather..... unpleasant conversation with the female police officer, I got my first parking ticket. My first reaction to this was, I'll admit it, to cry. It was a REALLY unpleasant conversation and I wanted to cry. But I decided, let's learn from this. And to be honest, I think I have. When a sign says leave at 2, I will be there at 2.
But my day ended well. When I got home I showed my family what I got that day. My cool glass from the Old Spaghetti Factory, my wonderful new stethoscope and my parking ticket. That dinner we spent listening to our hearts and to the opening and closing of our stomachs. Guess what Timmy now wants for Christmas? A stethoscope.
You are a great story teller! That's awesome about the stethoscope, not so awesome about the ticket--sorry about that.
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