When Things Don't Go As Planned

So here I am. 

At my desk in my sweaty workout gear...  It's 7 A.M. and my shooters will be here to qualify in 30 minutes.  Before we shoot for qualification, I have a class to teach on the use of force.  You might be asking why I am blogging when I should be dressed and prepping for my class right now... if you're asking... I have a little story to tell you.

Almost three hours ago, I got out of bed, took a shower, brushed my teeth, etc... and then went into the kitchen, where I loaded/unloaded the dishwasher.  I then went into the basement, where I folded last night's laundry, which included Soccer Girls' T-shirt that she needs for day camp today, and the polo shirts that I wear as part of my uniform.  Next, I proceeded to iron my trousers, because I like to look good at work... that is before we start moving ammo crates etc... Finishing all of my tasks took until 5 AM, which is when I left the house (after taking the garbage out).

I drove to Alexandria (about 15 miles north on I-95, for those that aren't local) in good time and then parked in the lot near where I work, and did a 40 minute walk, while listening to Michael Jackson's greatest hits (Smooth Criminal has the perfect cadence for my stride, by the way).  I cut my workout short, because I knew I had to get ready to get started... so I dashed off to my building and started taking my gear out of the car. 

That's when it happened.

I was taking my uniform out of the car when I realized the the shirt on the hanger was NOT my black-polo-shirt-with-a-silver-and-black-badge, but a navy-blue-polo-shirt-with-Donald-Duck-where-the-badge-should-be!

F***!

So... how do you think my morning is going?

***Addendum***  I just found out that I have two remedial shooters coming to the range as well, this morning.  What fun.