A Very Doran Saturday
Saturday morning we were all a little testy. The first Saturday after school had started and it should have been mandatory for us to be in our pajamas flopped in front of the television until at least 1 or 2pm. Instead we found ourselves up by 7:30am, showered, dressed and loading into the suburban by 8:45 to drive out to a new home release.
We were on the priority list of 100 people, the builder was releasing 5 lots, and we had to be out there by 9am and hope we might get a shot and reserving a lot. (We didn’t get one this time… but we’ve moved up to the top 30 on the list and considering Saturday’s turnout… we’ll probably get a lot for sure next time. )
I was a little antsy and Mike, as usual, seems to have this sick desire to see how nervous he can make me. Ok, maybe that isn’t 100% accurate, but it sure FEELS that way. Instead of taking the fastest route, he chose the route with the most traffic and lights. The fact that we drive this way every morning (and he doesn’t) didn’t seem to make any difference to him whatsoever.
Sitting in the passenger seat as we poked along behind some moron going 20 miles UNDER the speed limit my patience finally broke. “Why didn’t you just take that last right and cut around all this crap?” I snapped.
“I couldn’t! There was an assh*le next to me that I couldn’t do anything about!”
Before I had a chance to say anything Ethan pipes up from the back and says, “Don’t say it Mom!”
Great minds…
I was just thinking the same thing. I couldn’t do anything about the… eh, hem… guy sitting next to me either.
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August 27th, 2005
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Posted in: Personally
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