So, yesterday I drove a friend to the airport. It was Easter Monday, the last night of a long weekend, at 5pm. And it was raining.
Probably, most of you guys are thinking, “Traffic jam! Traffic jam!” I just wasn’t thinking period, and we made it to the airport on time, barely.
But there’s more.
Now, you must understand, the airport is west of home. With no traffic at all, it takes a zippy 20 minutes. Heading westbound towards the airport, I saw that the eastbound lanes were packed solid. So as I was leaving the airport, I call home, saying it’ll take ages to get home, don’t hold the dinner, blah blah blah. Everything’s great!
Until I start heading west. Again. In the opposite direction of home.
Don’t ask me what I was thinking. Don’t ask me how I missed the landmarks – major streets, major bloody highways, frickin’ water towers – all of which proclaimed that I was headed in a direction diametrically opposite to a warm house with a nice roast chicken. It took a major detour along city streets – during which I heard CBC Radio 1 extemporize on national election gossip, limestone quarries, and May the Zombie Month – before I arrived home…almost an hour and a half later.
And it’s only Monday. Let’s hope the rest of the week isn’t filled with such idiotic moments.
If you don’t mind sharing some of your less-than-finer moments, there’s plenty of space below.
– Jean AAR
I live in Seattle, Washington and work as a legal assistant. I remember learning to read (comic strips) at a young age and nowadays try to read about 5-6 books a week. I love to travel, especially to Europe, and enjoy exploring smaller towns off the tourist track though London is my favorite city in the world.