And there's a guy in the parking lot. With a jackhammer. And the parking lot looks suspiciously new. The lights are on inside, but the doors are locked. Okay, well, we got there fifteen minutes early, because I'm a paranoid monkey.
20 minutes later, we're staring at the doors, and looking at it going--this place is so not open. So, i call the covenstead and get granny to look up the phone number in the phone book, which takes another five minutes, and I call.
The lady informs me that NO I didn't have an appointment, they hadn't scheduled appointments for this day for weeks. I got snarky, and she checks. Oh we;re sorry--it's NEXT week.
By this time I'm starving, upset, ready to kill something, and I snap at the receptionist, and then proceeded to have to go the half-hour HOME. Where I promptly had a proper breakfast and then went to bed.
So, aside from a monumental waste of gas, I get to do the nerves, fasting and car trip AGAIN next Friday. All I have to say about this is if they fuck me over again, there will be blood.