These Boots Were Made for Walkin'

So this morning, I had an appt at the spa for a facial (and I still don't have a means of transportation - boo Nationwide!) so I had J drop me off.  I knew it was going to at least take a hour and a half, so I specifically told him to expect my call.  Anyway, I totally finished my appointment and gave him a call so he'd be there by the time I got through tidying up.  Nope.  No answer.  That's strange - cause he's pretty reliable.  

But ok, fine, no answer.  So I went ahead and finished cleaning my facial room then tried him again - this time from the reception area.  Still no answer!  I told him I'd be calling!  I hung out with C, the receptionist, for about...1 minute then decided to just walk.  Yes, I have little patience.  

I only live about 1.5 miles from the spa, so it wasn't a big deal, but - I was in boots!  And we're not talking' walking boots either - nonetheless, I'd walked at least a 3/4 of a mile before J finally called me back.  Then, by the time he swung around, I was already a half-mile from home.  WhatEv.

His excuse?  He was in the shower.  *sigh* Typical.