I need my hair cut. I have one week before we go away and my time is limited. P has been bringing me because where I go there is one handicapped space and usually it is taken, this way he can drop me off. His time is more limited than mine so I was feeling pressure and I wanted take myself. I didn’t make an appointment because of the no guarantee that the space would be available.
I decided I would go and if the space was available, I would just show up and hopefully be able to get my hair cut. I did, the space was empty, and I only had to wait a half an hour.
This doesn’t seem like a big deal, but it actually took some planning. I have to mention that this handicapped space is not in front of the salon. It is in a small strip of stores and it is in front of a liquor store and pizza place. Needless to say, people use it that are, “just running in.” I selected a time earlier in the morning, before the restaurant opened and not too much traffic in the liquor store. Sure enough I was successful and got the space. By the time I left the lot was full.
It is small triumphs like this that can set a mood for my whole day and make me very grateful for when things go right