We’d hardly cut into the long drive ahead when my hubby asks if we could pull into the Canadian Tire he’d spotted.
I knew what he wanted. “Oh, come on,” I pleaded, “We really don’t need a bike lock. Your bike is the only one worth anything and we can bring it into the hotel room if we have to.”
He countered saying that it would be really quick — he could just run in while I drove to the Tim Horton’s for a caffeine fill-up.
“No … these things always end up getting drawn out. We’ll end up killing 20 minutes just to get a stupid lock. We have a long drive ahead. Let’s just go,” I whined said.
He looked at me.
“Okay fine.” I turned the car in to the parking lot to drop him off.
Then I pulled out into the intersection towards the Timmy’s.
But: Oh crap … I can’t over! And this lane is taking me right back onto the highway! Crap! Crap! Crap!
Now I am driving on the highway, heading right back to Ottawa. Good stuff.
I’m sweating bullets. The children, on the other hand, are completely oblivious in the back.
I don’t see any exits coming up soon. None.
And I don’t even know where I am so this GPS isn’t going to help me one bit. Gah!
And hubby doesn’t have his cell phone with him. Double gah!
Okay wait … what’s this … an authorized U-turn zone? Done! Consider me “unauthorized.”
I finally get back to where I’d started from and turn off the highway. Then I pull into the Timmy’s drive-through and get us our double-doubles.
As I approach the Canadian Tire, I check the clock. It’s been at least 25 minutes since I dropped him there.
I can see him flagging me down out front. I pull into the parking lot and he’s looking concerned. He probably thought I totalled our new car while he was buying that $20 lock. But a quick once-over, and he can see that the car and its contents are unharmed.
“What happened? Are you okay,” he asks.
“Look, I told you that it would waste 20 minutes if you went to get that lock!”
When will he learn that I am always right?
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