Since they have completely torn up Road 250 East from Wooster Road (off of which my condo is located) north to Highway 30, I drove west on Wooster past Grace College to reach the medical building in Warsaw where my blood draw was to take place. An almost hour wait, but that is not unusual these days. I stopped at Martin's, one of the few stores in our area that carries low-acid orange juice, and I picked up a few other items. Headed for Winona Lake in the reverse order.
Only this time when I came to my left turn from Kings Highway onto Wooster, a police vehicle with whirling red and blue lights sat in the left-turn lane; a Grace College security vehicle sat in the eastbound Wooster Road lane along with a sawhorse blocking access. I was a little miffed because I was running late in getting home for lunch, but I thought OK I will keep driving straight and turn left at the next street to wind through the campus parking lots to get to my homeward route.
What I could not see when I saw the blocked lane because the road curves was what was happening just east of campus. Firetrucks, rescue vehicles, police cars with flashing lights. No way through. So once out of the parking lot, I turned west onto Wooster, went back to Kings Highway, and followed it for a few miles to the round-about where I got on 250 East north. I made it home about 12:30.
Knowing that Wooster Road was blocked, I did the Kings Highway route again after lunch to pick up my online order groceries at Kroger. I noticed that access to Wooster Road was still blocked.
At Kroger, more strange happenings. The pickup location has 8 spots (4 pull-through lanes to accommodate 2 cars each), the first car to arrive requested to pull all the way through so another car can pull in behind. Except, there were only 2 pull-throughs, and the other pull-throughs had only the back spot available, the front being blocked with orange cones. Location 1 car had parked itself without pulling all the way to the front. I parked in location 4 not wanting to back up to get out when my order had been loaded. I realized that the lane next to me was being repaired. The concrete had been taken out in a neat square. Then I noticed men standing around and construction trucks parked in the adjacent parking lot.
I use an app to order and when I arrive I tell them where I have parked. Pretty soon, a car parked behind me. When the store employee wheeled my order to my car, I noticed it seemed large. He asked for the order name. No, I am not Belinda X. Turns out it was the car behind me. Hmmm. I was here first. Then a cement truck arrived, extended its chute, and obviously was going to fill the hole. A lady brought my order, but we could hardly hear each other. Fortunately, she loaded quickly; I was concerned that the cement might splatter and hit my car. I left and Belinda who had been waiting for me to get done followed on my bumper.
When I headed home, I saw that Wooster Road was open again. As I passed around a single rescue vehicle blocking my lane, I saw the blackened and charred front of a two-story house on Wooster Road. What had been an inconvenience to me was a tragedy to somebody else. My attitude could have been better.
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