Daniella (and everybody who knows about the neuropathy meeting in NYC).

Alan and I never got to go. I am so mad I could punch someone (I'm actually very gentle, NORMALLY, but really, this stinks).

Alan and I were to be picked up by Access-a-ride at 4:05 p.m. We were all ready, all spiffied up and Alan even had his shoe boot thingee shiny and all. I even got to put on something nice and my makeup, and well...we were all ready to go. Nobody showed up. We waited at the front door for one hour (I tried to get Access-a-ride on the phone) and I was on hold for 45 minutes.

When 5:05 rolled around, I looked at Alan and said "forget it, it's an hour now, we'll never make it). I finally got through to Access-a-ride on the phone, explained we were cancelling because the guy never showed up. She then proceeds to ask me 'do you want to cancel your return trip too??" I said 'obviously, since I can't get there" (ooh, punch time).

So we walked around the corner, came back with some steamed chinese food stuff, and would you believe at 5:35 p.m., my doorbell rings and the Access-a-ride guy is there!!!!

I looked at him and said "I beg your pardon but do you know you are 90 minutes late, and I called and cancelled"?? He goes "nobody told me, don't you want to go to NYC??" I said "I'd love it, IF YOU CAME WHEN YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO COME".

I then politely closed the door, went back in and ate my chinese food.

I sent my regrets vie email to everybody I knew at the meeting.

Tomorrow I shall call up Access-A Ride headquarters, and I shall draw and quarter them.

jeez...

Mel