Nola broke her foot a week ago, and as one of many consequences she is now stuck at home for some weeks to come unexpectedly. With her car in Horseshoe Bay.
Last Tuesday I said I’d go across and fetch it. A simple act, you’d think, right? I mean, time-consuming and all, but essentially straightforward. Catch a couple ferries, find car, ferry back.
This is what it morphed into:
Visit cash machine, withdraw unmarked twenties.
Leave borrowed truck in public lot.
Stuff cash in envelope provided, seal envelope.
Meet contact in Gabriola ferry parking lot, receive packet of “art materials”.
Identify second contact (distinquishing marks: all in black, save for orange scarf) and deliver “art materials”.
Locate car in alley.
Drive round to street. Shove cash-filled envelope through mail slot of door.
And then, of course, get self and car onto return ferries and so home, which was actually the hard part. If I’d had a trenchcoat, though, that would have been boss.