It Happens

Fio donned the cute outfit she'd decided on the night before--white clamdigger pants and a red, white, and blue sailor tee. She loaded her tote with a Spanish book and the day's newspaper, in case the doctor ran late. She took off down I-35 at 80mph and made it to Austin with fifteen minutes to spare, depite the fact that it seemed to be big-truck and oversized-load day at the zoo, and was rewarded with a parking spot within spitting distance of the garage entrance. She hurried over to the medical tower, and the elevator whisked her up to the third floor. She identified herself at the desk. The clerk looked confused, then checked her calendar. Guess what? Fio's appointment isn't till Monday.