Defensive Driving School

This morning I had to attend defensive driving school.
I received a photo radar ticket when I was driving in Stupid Town, on Main Thoroughfare Road. I was traveling at 38 miles per hour in a 25-mph zone. I was late for my haircut. I always warn MrDartt when he's driving on Main Thoroughfare Road that there's ALWAYS a photo radar van on that road, so don't speed. So of course I was late for my haircut and I was passing someone who was going probably 30 miles per hour (the horror!). Right when I passed this other driver, FLASH! I knew I'd been got.
So anyway, I had to go to defensive driving school this morning. I had to be there at 8:10, and the class started at 8:30. First, MrDartt let me sleep in, and woke me up at 6:45 to feed Little Boy. At 7:05 or so I showered, dressed, drank coffee, all that good morning stuff. Then I cut up an apple to take with me and filled a bag with trail mix. MrDartt made me oatmeal, which I planned to eat in the car ("I don't like it when you eat oatmeal in the car," MrDartt said, as I was preparing to leave for defensive driving school).
As I'm about to run out of the house, MrDartt asks if I have my phone. Nope, it's in the hanging fruit basket with the squash (where Big Boy can't reach it).
Because I'd forgotten the address (which I'd written down somewhere), I'd looked up "State Defensive Driving School" in the phone book but didn't find it. I thought I'd be able to find it, because the guy who signed me up had told me there'd be a sandwich sign out there.
So I'm driving and I think, "I'd better count my money, to make sure that I have the cash" (it costs $175 and you have to pay cash or money order). Nope, I'm $15 short. So I'm going to have to stop at the ATM.
By now, it's already 8:05. So I go to the ATM and get $20 more, and then I head over to the street where the school is. Only, I can't find it. I'm driving back and forth along the road, not finding the school. So then I realized, maybe it's called "Stupid Town Defensive Driving School," so I call MrDartt and ask him to look it up in the phone book. He can't find it.
So I call information. I give the operator my city and state. I get disconnected. I try again, and they connect my call. I get disconnected.
I call the number directly. Straight to voicemail. MrDartt calls back and has found the address on his fancy phone. I found it. No sandwich sign. No cars. There's a sign on the double doors directing me to use the side door. I'm thinking maybe there's another parking area in front.
On the side door, there's a little handwritten sign that says, "Out of office. Call xxx-xxxx." So I call that number (it's the same one I'd called a few minutes before). Straight to voicemail, with a message that this guy can't get messages.
Then I realize, maybe defensive driving school is supposed to be next weekend.
But I can't find the paper where I wrote everything down.