The first bit of this tale sounds like it belongs in the grumble thread, but bear with it, the divviness will soon become clear.
Today I had to go for a blood test. My appointment was at 10:50, and I duly cycle over to ${SURGERY}, ~5 minutes before time and check in. The receptionist looks at me as if I'm mad (leading me to wonder if I've turned up a month early or something equally divvy).
'That's at ${OTHER_SURGERY}' said the receptionist, handing me a printout of the Google maps directions between ${SURGERY} and ${OTHER_SURGERY}.
This crucial fact hadn't been mentioned when I booked the appointment, or in the SMS confirmation (which stated ${SURGERY}), or in the systmonline listing of my appointments which also states Location: ${SURGERY}.
Anyhow, I hop back on my bike and race round to ${OTHER_SURGERY} (just over a mile), where I present my sweaty self to the phlebotomist, apologising profusely for being late for my appointment.
'Do you have your paperwork?', she asked...
'...errr... no, sorry, its still on my noticeboard at home
', I replied, sheepishly.
There being only 30 minutes left of the phlebotomist session, I got back on the bike and sprinted the 3 mile round trip to home and back to ${OTHER_SURGERY}, making it back in a sweaty mess, clutching my all-important bloodwork form and finally managed to get bled.
Still, my eleveated heart rate seemed to help in jetting the blood out into the containers. And I got a bit of exercise in.