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Tuesday, October 21, 2025

The Georgetown Debacle, Part Deux: Or, the Round Rock Rally

After the first round of “Let’s Play Telephone with My Sanity,” I demanded a confirmation email.

A paper trail — because in this world, trust is just a quaint superstition.

Sure enough, Google Calendar chirps up like an overeager intern: “You have a new appointment!” Great. Except it’s for today at 2 PM.

Excuse me, what in the Kafkaesque hell is this? That’s not what I was told. So I dial up the Office of Administrative Chaos and speak to whatever intern, automaton, or demon picks up the phone.

They confirm that I’m actually supposed to appear in Round Rock at 10 AM tomorrow. Lovely. Another day, another town, another absurd pilgrimage to the altar of Bureaucratic Miscommunication. At least I can sleep in — you know, until my regular 5 AM wake-up, that wild luxury of modern life.

I start crunching numbers like a broke accountant on speed: ten extra miles, twenty extra minutes, and approximately one metric ton of irritation.

Since my “paper trail” still resembled a ghost story, I reached out through the patient portal — the digital confessional where messages go to die — to double-check. Mentioned the rogue calendar entry, too. And lo, confirmation arrives! With a side of passive-aggressive gaslighting: “You must’ve entered it wrong.”

Ah yes, of course. I, the humble fool, somehow managed to create an entirely different appointment in an entirely different city, on an entirely different day, while napping in a moving vehicle.

A feat of multitasking so divine, even the tech gods at Google would bow in awe. But sure. It’s me. Always me. Because heaven forbid anyone else makes a mistake in this shining temple of incompetence.

I may not always like the truth. But I absolutely despise a lie.

Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler

1 comment:

  1. Hang in there brother, you can only eat and elephant 1 bite at a time!!!! keep us posted.

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