I hope that all of the Amery kids are enjoying their Spring Break this week. It didn’t really seem like spring last Saturday when I drove my sister and two older children to the airport for their Spring Break getaway. Luckily the rain and snow moved in much later than originally anticipated, so weather wise the drive was fairly smooth.
Although I had worked myself into a panic earlier in the week, the weather ended up being the least of my driving issues that day. On the drive there, my oldest daughter Rylee, advised me to pay close attention to the signs when leaving the airport. She claims I, “Always go the wrong way.” I have to say I consider ALWAYS a pretty strong word. I think there was that one time that I actually went the correct direction, but Saturday did not get added to the list of correct times.
Let me point out my wrong turn that brought me over by “Sibley Plaza,” was during the FIRST time leaving the airport that day. Shortly after getting myself on the right path of 35W, I received the call that my sister forgot her purse in my vehicle. I exited, turned myself around and headed back.
On the second trip away from the airport, I would certainly head the appropriate way. I tried so hard to concentrate and make sure not to head down the path I chose just 30 minutes earlier. SUCCESS-or so I thought. I aimed the right way, but because of a lunatic driver with Texas plates cutting me off, I missed the spot to head east on 494 and glided down the freeway past the Mall of America.
During this whole hullabaloo, I also had to find a restroom to use. Once I was able to cross over lanes to get to an exit, I left the busy road and was sure that I would find a gas station, fast food restaurant or store that would have facilities. It took a little while, o.k. a long while, but eventually I came across a strip mall that had a pharmacy.
I headed in and searched for the bathroom door. After looking towards both back corners of the store, an announcement was made that the store was on temporary lock down. Nobody was allowed to come in, or leave. The instant panic did not help my already urgent situation. Regardless of what was going on, I had to find what I was looking for, or the next announcement would be for, “Clean-up in aisle 4.”
I finally found the door and of course it had a lock on it that an employee had to type a code into for me to enter. I found an employee to assist me and they waited outside of the door. While in there, I heard the “All-Clear” on the lock down. I felt like I would look suspicious if I didn’t purchase anything. I do need to add that looking suspicious would have made me fit in quite well with the others in the store. I grabbed some antacids and a People magazine. I was once again ready to hit the road.
This time I opened the GPS on my phone and it eventually led me home. I was so stressed during the drive that even Lionel Richie’s soothing voice coming out of the speakers could not calm me. I have decided that anyone that drives even one MPH slower than I is an idiot. Anyone that drives faster than myself is obviously reckless. I guess I will never be able to become an Uber driver. If anyone would like to pick up my crew later in the week, I will let you have the “My family went to Florida and all I got was this T-shirt” souvenir.
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