
I couldn't find the damn motorcycle class I was supposed to attend tonight.
"You are confirmed for the class beginning
Thursday, August 10th, at 6:00 pm at Pflugerville High School, 1301 W. Pecan
Street. The classroom is held in the lecture hall by the gym; just look for
the signs."
There were no signs.
There were dozens of signs for the TV show filming there. Those were easy to find.
I spent half an hour driving around and then walking around in the heat trying to find any sign about a motorcycle course.
And of course they don't have anyone actually answering the phones.
So, best outcome is I get to pay the cocksuckers 25$ to reschedule me to the next available class (the friggin 24th). I am so furious I am seething.
Then coming home there was evidently a wreck just outside mcneil high and I got caught in a traffic jam less than half a block from my own house, I crossed the median and went back to parmer which was jammed with all the other people trying to get home around the wreck.
And while I'm doing that I get a text message from my brother that my nephew is in a hospital in washington. He got shot in Iraq, the bullet hit his hip and knocked him off the roof he was on and he broke his other leg in the fall.
Edit: The moto-fun guy called me this morning and apologized. He still hasn't heard from the instructor but a business partner drove by and saw everything and agreed the place was a madhouse. They're going to email me the course materiel and said I should be fine for the actual riding class tomorrow.