After the racing was done J loaded us in the minivan (I'll call it Dodger) to drive north. We were headed to Atlanta where her brother lives; there will be a mini-family reunion. I know I already posted my concerns about that. Anyway, his house was 6.5 hours away, and we also would be stopping to get Rob at the ATL airport. That's good; Rob is my guy. BUT this trip was BORING. J was a bit sleepy & kept stopping at rest stop. That at least got us out of Dodger from time to time to walk a bit - but that makes the trip take more time overall.
At one stop after walking us J loaded us in the crates, she locked the doors & ran to the rest room herself. Then she could not find the key fob. Her pockets only contained poop bags. She rushed back & forth between the restroom & Dodger several times, looked in a couple bathroom stalls, and started to panic that it might have fallen into the toilet out of her back pocket. Then to panic more as she realized that her phone was IN the van. She could not even call for help - not the rental agency to get another key fob (& we were in the middle of nowhere - so that would not be good), not a locksmith to get us out if it got hot.
Of course, I could have told her where the key was, but she didn't ask. Well, she couldn't really as I was locked in a crate in the van. She usually clips keys onto this bone shaped clip that hangs from a loop on her 'dog walk' purse, but she had slipped it into zipper pocket that had not been fully closed. Sigh. I guess the lack of sleep was getting to her brain or too many Cosmos the night before at Ruby Tuesdays when out with Keith Hicks, RLynn Shell, Vickie Frey, and a whole 2nd table of Silken fans. Well, she finally decided to look in the purse a 2nd time, and there they were. Viola!
Finally, we made it to the airport to get Rob, then onto her brother's house, and finally out of Dodger.
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