
Teddy experienced one of those mornings you wish you could have just stayed in bed.  The story goes like this.
I was On Call last night so of course someone was calling in early this morning.  Actually, this is the good part of my morning...they waited until 6:30 to call...and only the On Call Gods know that this is a good thing.  Anyway, I stop taking calls at home at 7am and usually that's my time to hop in the shower and get ready for work.  Today however, I had to move the car out of the parkade as they were doing cleaning today.  No problemo.  I always park it down by the ball diamonds.  I'll still have plenty of time.  So off I go but what's this???  Every car in the greater north is already parked there???  I drive around and around and cannot find one small space for my half a meter larger than a Smart Car...car.  So I end up in an Imperial parking lot directly behind my building.  Perhaps 20 feet.  *sigh*  I go to pay and figure out it will cost me 6 bucks.  Ok, I can live with that seeing as how there is no parking anywhere to be seen in a 2.4 mile radius of my place.  I dig in my wallet and pull out my Visa.  The machine says..."This machine does not recognize that type of card".  After many attempts I pull out my debit card but get the exact same message.  Dammit.  I don't have 6 dollars in change in my pocket.  So off I go to get money from the condo.  As I'm going up in the elevator it decides to go on strike.  *sigh*  There I am...stuck in the elevator.  After some fiddling it starts moving and low and behold it lets me off at my floor.  I scurry through the condo looking for loose change.  Shazam...got it.  Race back down only to FIGHT with the dreaded machine.  It was having a hard time swallowing my coins.  At this point you wouldn't want to know the exact vocabulary I was using.  Hey, it's downtown...there are no kids around.  Finally it takes my money and spits me out the ticket.  *whew*  I can now get back to the condo and clean up.  But wait...the elevator has once again taken me hostage.  There I stand...in the middle of the small lonely room...I look up as if in disbelief...come on big guy...you gotta be kidding me right?  As a side note, I did notice they put new light bulbs in there.  Makes it a little brighter...cozier.  Anyway, I digress.  Where was I...oh ya...I finally play "Is this your floor" and make it out alive.  Inside the apartment I breathe a sigh of relief.  I've made it.  Time to go drown that entire ordeal in a nice hot shower.  WRONG.  The Gods were not done with me yet.  There was no hot water.  Boy did I sing a song.
Moral of the story.  Stay in bed on your brothers birthday.