I’m currently pet-sitting for some friends. Their street was being re-paved this week when I headed back over to my place on my bike. I stopped to ask one of the workers when they would be done & she told me 6:00pm. Thus, I took the long way home via the post office. When I got home, I was so sweaty that I opted to take a quick shower & slipped into my little black nightgown- a bit shearer & lower cut than I normally would go out in; however, I was assuming that I would only be making the quick drive back to Pepe’s.
As I arrived the paving had just been completed in front of my destination so I parked my car to sneak over & ask the sign lady how soon I could drive across it. I was disappointed to find out that it would be 1 & 1/2 hr. Just then, to my chagrin, the gentleman in charge approached us. He said I could walk up the street & cross over in front of the lead truck to get to my destination. I grabbed my crate of stuff from the car thinking I could hide behind it; however, he was a gentleman & offered to carry it for me. Without further adieu, I made it “home”.
Henceforth, I will aim to be more prepared for “detours” in my life by not assuming…