I learned a lot from my dad, and most of it is good. One of things he did that I am taking to a new level is getting where I’m going. I know dad isn’t unique in that when he gets in the car to go somewhere he doesn’t want to stop until he gets there. I am the very same way, but I do try to consider others if I am not alone in the car. I proved once again Wednesday evening that, I ain’t got no time ta stop. If I stop it’ll take that much longer to git home.
When I left the Shiloh Road church of Christ parking lot in Tyler Wednesday evening I knew in my heart that I should have used the facilities before I took off, but I told myself that I would stop to get a coke to enjoy on the way home. About 15-20 minutes later I made it to I-20, and on the NW corner of the intersection was a Mickey D’s. Alright, I’ll stop in there take care of business, grab a coke and an order of fries, and then hit the road. The plan would have worked except I took the access road for the interstate, and discovered, I cain’t git there from here. So the cruise was set at the speed limit and I was on the way home.
Ok, friends I know I don’t need to spell this out for you… I just never quiet found the right place to stop. I must have passed a dozen golden arches on my way home, but none of them seemed to be convenient enough. I mean you cain’t spect me to cross over the interstate just to git somp’en to drank! Then the next thing you know I was almost home. Meaning I had made it half way, and once you make it half way the gravitational pull of where you are going is stronger than the brakes on any vehicle, makes no difference if it’s a loaded semi or motorized roller skate. I’m guess’n that the person who invents the ability to nuke my coke and fries on board whatever I’m driving while I’m rolling ‘em over at a seventy mile an hour clip will be my hero for life.
Till next time,
Grump
Sorry brother but I don’t want to make any trips with you. Deon