From this morning’s twitter feed:
Today, after driving home yesterday to Bartlesville to pick up UPS deliveries, I planned to pack the car and head back to Little Rock.
I wanted to get on the road early but that wasn’t to be as I discovered someone had tried to break into our big house and I had to get the storm door back in it’s frame as best as I could and make a police report.
I was starving. No breakfast. But I just couldn’t stand the thought of eating McDonalds again so I figured when I stopped for gas, I’d grab something a little healthier at Quik Trip. I almost pulled off to get gas in Owasso but there were four cars ahead of me pulling off and I just didn’t want to wait that long so I checked and figured I could get gas in Sand Springs.
I was going to Geoff and Nikki’s house in Sand Springs to pick up some of the office equipment that had been shipped back from Saudi. I pulled into the first Quik Trip after getting off the highway and that was when I realized I had no purse. As I thought about it, I could clearly see it laying on the couch where I had obviously forgotten to pick it up.
There I was an hour away from home, with no money and no driver’s license and no gas. Having never found myself in such a situation, I found myself paralyzed with indecision. I honestly had NO IDEA WHAT TO DO.
I called Nikki. I told her my predicament and she said they could buy gas for me so I could get back to Bartlesville. Whew!
I drove, carefully, to their house which was less than a mile away.
Isn’t it weird how not having your driver’s license can totally make you feel guilty? I drove down to Sand Springs without a care in the world and, yet, as I drove home, I felt like my car had GUILTY GUILTY GUILTY in flaming neon stamped all over it.
Add to that, on the way to Sand Springs, a guy in a silver car had cut me off. And then drove slower than I was when he got in front of me. I passed him again and then I noticed him coming up, fast, in the lane on my left. Followed by a Tulsa County Sheriff. Who eventually pulled him over.
And I laughed.
Driving home with no driver’s license, I was afraid that I was about to be the recipient of some karmic retribution.
I would be pulled over.
I would be that girl.
The arrested one.
I drove the one hour home, hands at 10 and 2, barely breathing. When I finally made it home, I gave a huge sigh of relief.
So I didn’t get arrested. I was proud, too. And relieved. I ran into the house, grabbed my purse and headed toward Little Rock.
I’m so happy to be here. I think I’ll hibernate for a while. 😉