Don't you HATE when that happens...?

Got home from work about 1130. Fed the kids a quick lunch. Rushed to get in the van and head to my husband's appointment with the vascular surgeon. Drove into the area near the Jersey City courthouse...found the building. Navigated a tiny parking lot...no spots naturally. Took a bit of finagling to get the van turned around, then a spot appeared. Wove our way through the building (with the occasional bickering)...finally found office... a few minutes late.  Waited patiently while receptionist finished up a phone call and then discovered that the vascular surgeon uses the office on Tuesdays today it's the podiatrist. Fun.