My Pastor tested positive Sunday, so on Monday we went up to Roswell to be tested. The line was all the way around the block, and more people showed up after us. We had friends in the line who we’d been with a lot. We figured that if any of us had it, all of us would have it, so we got in their car to wait it out.
They had been there for two hours already. Five hours later, we were three cars from being tested. They had one tester, and she told us that they were out of the tests. We had to come back tomorrow.
So, the next morning, we got up at five and drove back up to Roswell. We were not at the front of the line, but we were at least only after the first turn. After an hour of waiting, the testing started, and after another hour or two, we finally got to the front of the line. They still had one tester.
Today we found out we were all positive, and another friend in Roswell drove by the testing center, and they had THREE! She said it was all she could do to not yell at them. She’d waited for too many hours herself.