Talk about a rough Monday (yesterday). I woke up at the normal time and began packing all of my stuff for the day ahead. Surfboard, board shorts, towel, hoodie, beach bag, lunch, computer… all the while I’m making coffee and breakfast and getting ready. But before I could get to work I had one nagging stop in Boynton at my soon to be ex-drycleaners.

The second I walked in I knew the dumb and ignorant look on the guys face that this was going to be a pain in the ass. Two weeks ago they lost a pair of $98 Banana Republic pants and I’ve been trying to get them to pay me back ever since. This morning I wouldn’t be swayed. I finally got them to write me a check for $80. He said I could have $19 store credit but I told him there was no way in hell I’d leave anything with them again so store credit was worthless. And, for that matter so was his service. So after that fiasco it was into the rainy traffic to work.

The drycleaners wasted so much of my time I was now running behind. Behind, not late. I’m rarely, if ever, late. Sat down at my desk and cracked open my laptop case only to realize, as my heart sunk, that I forgot my power supply (power chord) for my laptop and would invariably have to drive all the way back home to get it…. so, I did. I ended up working through lunch to make up the wasted 40 minutes driving back to fetch the little piece of plastic.

After work I drove down to the beach at Flagpole (Palm Beach) but the wind was kicking so hard that the waves were completely blown out and drift was jogging speed, heading south. By the time I would have gotten out to a spot to catch a wave I would have been in Lake Worth. So I abandoned the surf for the day and took a leisurely drive down A1A instead. Swung by Boynton Inlet but didn’t have the will to surf by then.

Man, I can’t tell you how much I hate Mondays. Oh wait, I think I just did.