Undeserved Apologies

On Friday, I had to get an x-ray and was sent to a hospital to get it done.  Many hospitals are so big that they're like "a college" in that they're more than one building. That was the case for my x-ray. Afterwards, I was trying to get a car to take me to my next destination. I walked outside of the building, read the address on it, and entered that.  The driver called me saying he couldn't find me. I was confused. I was RIGHT outside. I was waiting near a white, Loomis money truck. It was literally the ONLY vehicle parked anywhere on the block. But the driver could not find me. Was he BLIND?  How could this be? I was getting more and more frustrated. I double-checked that the address on the building was in fact the address I'd entered. It was. We went round and round.

Finally the driver found me. I was wrong.  Because the address on the building was wrong. The address of the building was 16th Street. You could exit the building from the front or the back. The front was 16th Street, but I'd unknowingly exited out the back and so was on 15th Street. Since I wasn't near an intersection, I couldn't see a street sign saying that. When I got into the car, and the driver explained, and then pointed to the front of the building as we drove past it, I apologized profusely.

But no, he apologized to me for not guessing what I meant. Can you believe that? I feel like these days people are so quick to blame others, find fault, and to have someone take the hit for what was not his fault was unusual.

Last week was a little busy, and I wasn't able to get to the pharmacy to pick up a refill of medication I needed until Saturday morning. Over the last week I got like, four or five texts from the pharmacy saying it was ready. When I showed up yesterday, they didn't have anything for me.  The guy apologized, confused. I whipped out my phone and showed him the texts. After my address kurfluffle the day prior at the hospital, I confirmed that I was in fact, at the correct pharmacy. I was. After a bit of poking through his computer, the pharmacist realized that when nobody had shown up to claim my medicine, they put it back in the "pool".  He asked if I minded waiting while they filled my prescription.  Of course not. He apologized again that it wasn't ready for me.  Once again, this was my fault.  For not picking the medicine up in a timely manner. Once again, the other person was profusely apologizing for something that wasn't their fault.

I don't know what to make of this. Maybe there's nothing to make of it.