If I ever had one of those days, it finally happened.
I needed gas, so I went to Costco to fill up and got only ten dollars and some change since I forgot to transfer money into the account.
Then, I stopped at Starbucks to get a grande black coffee not knowing my gift card only had $1.25 on it. I was fortunate enough to get some change out of my vehicle.
Then, as I got into my vehicle, I spilled Starbucks coffee on my khaki pants.
Then, as I made it up the stairwell and used my swipe card to open up the door to the office, I dropped that coffee.
Then, my boss calls in to say that she won't be in due to her child's illness.
Then, as my day progressed, I sent two letters via email to the wrong people.
Then, my computer decides to go south on me. A call was made to the IS Department at corporate to address the issue. I wasn't the only one in the office with the problem I was experiencing.
Then, while walking to the break room with my lunch in my hand, I guess I did not push down the lid enough and all of my lunch splashed on the tile floor.
So, no coffee, no lunch, no boss, two mistakes. It was finally time to go home.
Around Avenue 12 while heading north on the 99, while driving in the number two lane, a CHP pulled up beside me.
Where in the heck did he come from?
I thought I was going to get pulled over, but he sped on past me. I glanced at my speedometer. I was "hovering" above 75 mph. The speed limit on this section of the 99 is 70 mph. Maybe the CHP was giving me a "warning." Whew!
While driving in the number three lane south of the 152 and 99 interchange, I happened to glance to my left and noticed a vehicle with a very old gentleman in the passenger seat. I would say in his nineties. He was waving his red Marine Corps hat at me as they slowly made their way past me.
As the vehicle moved forward ahead of me, I noticed the circular Marine Corps sticker on the back glass on the passenger side.
I thought to myself, "I had a bad day. Time to make it a good day."
So, I accelerated up to and next to the vehicle. The old man and I made eye contact, and I rendered a salute in his direction. His reaction was that of a little kid. He was smiling from ear to ear still enthusiastically waving his Marine Corps hat.
As they made their way west on the 152 and my way north on the 99, I smiled for the first time today.
I don't think I will ever see him again, but I hope I made his day.
He sure did make mine.
