Busy Weekend once again.

I went to Mississauga on Saturday to buy a book from someone I know.  Olive Rose Steele lives in Mississauga and I have mentioned her before.  When I injured myself and couldn't attend a book event she was hosting, she came to my house in Toronto, picked up some of my books and sold them.  Who does that?  She is so nice, that it is difficult for me not to deny any requests.  So when she asked me to go to the Hazel Library for her latest book, of course I went.  "Before You Go" is perhaps the third book of a series and it is not my genre.  It's a bit raunchy and I think I would have had to read the first two books to fully appreciate it.  Again, I haven't written a series, which is in demand at the moment.  What surprised me was my reaction to Mississauga.  I couldn't find parking and so stopped at the back of the library where a festival was being held (did I mention I am suffering from festival overload).  I don't think I can attend another for ten years.  Yeah right!  Anyhow security was there so I waved to him and he approached me suggesting I don't park there because I would probably get a ticket.   Now my walking ability hasn't been the greatest.  I feel like I have a rod going through the length of my right leg and it provides me with an uncomfortable gait.  I seemed to be in a loading area and merchants were unloading their vehicles and going to their stands.  I was utilizing my charm on the security guard and it seemed to be working but he was adament about me probably getting a ticket.  Five minutes I promised?  I called Olive, but got her husband at home.  He didn't know where I could park.  Then I saw about three Police Officers and waved one over who seemed to be in charge.  He was handsome so once again I used my charm.  All three come over and as I am asking about parking, he tells me that they are on an emergency call very calmly.  Boy this is not Toronto.  There would be a frenzy to get to the call.  Do they drink coffee here in Mississauga?  Everyone seemed so nice.  So, I deduced that if the police give tickets and not security, and the police seem to be on an emergency situation at the Festival, they are not going to stop to give me a ticket.  So, I leave the windows open to look like this is temporary, I tell security what I believe and I am advised that I should close my windows and lock the door.  "There is nothing to take."  He doesn't quite believe me.  I leave, go to the side and enter this enormous library which makes mine in Toronto look like miniature village.  I take the elevator to the second floor where I am directed to a hiding spot where Olive has a small audience but takes the time to greet me.  I buy the book, explain why I can't stay and she even gives me a thank you card and a sample of perfume.  Did I mention that she is soooooo nice?  I rush back to my car, which isn't really rushing and I greet the Security Officer and show him my book.  Of course I drop something and he graciously picks it up for me.  How gallant they are in Mississauga.  I get into my car and drive around the block.  I see mega police cars on the other side of the festival and appreciate their budget.  Our Mayor should visit them.  I drive back towards Toronto and realize I am almost out of gas.  I stop at a gas station and notice a beautiful sports car at the station.  I see a tall man trying to get out of his compact vehicle.  At least it looks compact because this man is a big man and very tall.  Not big as in overweigh but big as mancho man.  I immediately forget about the lovely car because this man is suffering.  "I know the feeling!"  I yell out to him.  Poor guy.  He tells me that they botched an operation and I am feeling it for this man.  I open the door to the gas station for him because this guy is struggling.  "I was going to open the door for you."  He states.  "That's ok." I respond and as I search for the bathroom I hear the gas attendant tell him how much he loves his car.  I had forgotten the car.  I saw only a man in pain.  Well, after using my own tissues because the station didn't have any, I talked a bit to the attendants.  They were Hindu and so of course I wanted to know a bit more than what I had studied.  "I don't like too many rules."  I mentioned not telling them that I am a Roman Catholic and so I am flooded with rules.  I continued my drive to Toronto and when I saw the Toronto sign, I felt safe.  I was home.  This really did not make me happy.  I don't want that feeling of home, because I want to move to Niagara Falls and want that to be my feeling.  Oh well, there is no place like home, even if it drives you up a wall.