Mom still has no driver's license.
First, it was because she had her car's brakes die. Then my car lost its brakes. Then Mom had a week of migraines. Then it was the week of my vacation. Last week.
Mom and I went up north to stay with my grandpa, where we planned on eating tons of awesome food (especially my current favorite sandwich place, Penn Station). When you live in the middle of nowhere, you plan your vacations around where you get to eat (And shop).
I drove us the 2.5 hours north. Then I drove us around while we ran errands for Grandpa.
The next day, when Dad called to announce he was having chest pains*, I drove Mom to get dinner out to distract her.
The day after that, I drove us back home, and then, the next day, to pick Dad up from Parkview. Then I drove us to Biaggi's, where we celebrated Dad's return to the land of the healthy by eating things covered in cream sauce.
During all that, Mom realized how...impractical it was to not have a driver's license. So we resolved to renew it on Monday. That was the plan. Nothing could interrupt the plan.
Except for maybe this.
Do you see it?
Here's a hint. We went on a Monday.
Which means the hour we spent sitting, stuck in traffic was all for nothing.
*Dad is totally fine. He had a HEART SPASM, which he claims I've been giving him for years, so this one is no different from any other day of the week except for the fact that we got this one on an EKG.