My friends Joe and Sarah had a baby shower last Saturday afternoon. I left home 1/2 hour before it started, which was pushing it, for sure, but should have put me there right around the start of the thing.
First I got behind Slowy McSlowerson. (He actually went 25 in a 25. Full three second stops at stop signs.) Then I had to pull over for one of those police-escorted motorcycle brigades. (Can someone PLEASE tell me the purpose of those? I honestly don't know but that's the second one I've had to pull over for in the last two weeks.) Then I got slowed WAY down in a construction zone.
By that time, not only was I late...but my car was overheating again - just like it did on the interstate during my Wisconsin vacation. I had to pull over four times just to make sure I didn't get stranded in the middle of an intersection. I was shaking, crying, having a SERIOUS come-to-Jesus moment, and unable to reach my parents for help. They were at the shower. Their phone was at home. Lovely.
So my grand entrance to the shower (late) was complete with tears.
Dad left to tend to my car, and I proceeded to enjoy the shower.
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