He had two choices:
Take the lady already on the bus way south, because she was bitching that she had to be home when her granddaughter got home from school.
Or...
Take me first, way north, because I had a medical appointment.
IMO, my bone density scan trumped the granddaughter (see what I did there?)
But I didn't complain.
My driver already looked like he was having a migraine.
Or an aneurysm.
So I kept my mouth shut and hoped I wouldn't be late.
At one point we were on 1-35 (the first of two freeways that currently resemble war zones) when we were suddenly alongside an EMS vehicle. I wanted to gesture toward the driver and yell, "Here's your patient!"
But in a few weeks past Passover miracle, we survived Kamikaze drivers and freeways in varying stages of transformation. I got to my appointment on time.
Who knew you could be shlepped an hour in the opposite direction, and still get to where you needed to be at the appropriate time.
librarianintx
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