I am totally wrecked. I remembered my son-in-love's e-mail to say that I needed to pick up DGS between 3 & 4. When I double checked it about 2:20, it REALLY said between 2 and 3. You don't even want to know the words that came out of my mouth--old habits die hard. I took off out of here like a bat out of hell, sweating every single foot of ground I covered between here and the school. I found the school. It is not the building I thought it was. And, it is not A building. It is a series of buildings all related/linked together in some way (that linkage is only to be discovered if you belong to LV CSI, I think). Anyway, in my mind, I pictured DGS at a school like the schools out here in the 'burbs. Taking up lots of space but able to be driven around without problems.
Not this place. I encountered one way streets (of course I was going the wrong way). And, it's darned difficult to the unfamiliar eye to figure out where the "campus" begins and ends.
I honestly expected the boy to be on the sidewalk outside the main building, waiting for me. No, that was not the case. I sat there for a while, thinking maybe he'd ducked back into the building but would look out and see me sitting there. When I gave up on that hope, I started trying to find my way around the campus. I eyeballed every kid in the neighborhood. No doubt at least one of them went home and told their folks about a little old lady pervert who looked at them funny. I ducked into alleyways and parking lots. I found one teacher in a parking lot. He asked me what the boy's "major" is. "Major"?????? This is High School, not college. Who has a major? Well, apparently...........
Anyway, when I got to the theater building, I saw bodies inside. I stopped the car and went to the doors there. They were locked to keep the "vagrants" out. No doubt, by this point, in my state of absolute panic, I looked like one, LOL. But a young lady came out and opened the door and asked me what I wanted. I told her who I was looking for and she went in to see if he was there. After a while, a man came out and invited me into the building. He is apparently some sort of mucketymuck in the theater department. Anyway, he'd never heard of a kid with that name. So, he called the main building (where I started this search) and they broadcast a message to the whole "campus". Then he walked me around the campus, me with the lousy deteriorated legs from mountains of Levaquin. That was quite the hike!
Now, yes I DO have his phone number. BUT, I was so upset to be leaving home late that I ran out and left my phone here. In that I expected a self-contained area, and in that I expected him to be outside and visible, I thought that would be no big deal. Well, obviously, it became a big deal. Finally, I circled everything again and headed home to my cell phone. I cannot begin to tell you how upset I was. Oh, my Lord..........
I grabbed the phone and there had been no "Grandma, where are you?" phone calls. No incoming phone calls at all. So, I called DGS. I think the first words out of my mouth were "Boy, where ARE you?"
Turns out the kid stayed home sick from school today. He says he texted me. Lovely, but I don't have texting on my phone so that did me no good. Anyway, he's safe, and he's home. And, soon, no doubt, I will stop shaking and sanity will be restored. Right????