I should have known it was Friday the 13th!

On Monday, we are starting two weeks vacation and I don't have anything to read. This is not acceptable for vacation. Never mind that I will probably have to budget 1 book per day to keep me happy. Vacation is not right if I don't have my nose is a book.

So yesterday, I decided that I would head to the used English book store (can I just say one more time how much I miss the library??) to see what I could pick up. I was having lunch with my friend Karen, so I figured I was already half-way there, and without children.

It was about 93 degrees, but bearable in the shade (Madrid is all about dry heat, stay out of the sun and you'll do much better). I got on the bus and meandered my way to the bookstore. I ended up getting off sooner than I needed to. It's always such a joy to watch the bus you just got off catch up with you and follow the exact route you intend on walking.

Upon arrival at said book-shop (with which I have not had a smooth relationship!) I opened the door only to be greeted with a cheery "We're not open right now. Just doing a quick clean-up after blahbity blah blah blah. Maybe in say, 1 1/2 to 2 hours."

Yeah right. I have that much time to just sit around and wait for you to re-open.

I decided I would hop back on the bus and head to another used bookstore. Remember, it's in the 90's.

When I got there, it (although usually open all day) was closed from 3-5 for summer hours. It was 3:20. Of course.

1 comment:

rjlight said...

UGH! Hate those kind of days. Takes everything in me not to scream words of subtle kindness.