I had an appointment in the BIG city which is about an hour drive. Since my eyes were getting dilated and I wouldn’t be able to see, the beloved husband drove me. He would have driven me anyway because I’m a princess!
The drive is fairly easy but a little tricky at the end. Somehow in the switch from the old car to the new car the detailed directions with our quirky notes were missing.
All we had were the directions from their website (which were complicated) and Mr. Google’s version. As is often the case, Mr. Google’s streets didn’t match what was really there. That always makes an interesting trip.
We got there just fine with only one wrong turn and an illegal U-turn despite a missing street (could they have moved it in the past year?).
I was taken in for all the testing and emerged an hour later with pupils as big as saucers and a whopper of a headache. Eye exams always do that to me.
We were halfway home stuck in the most incredible traffic jam when I realized I didn’t have my Kindle. @#x! I said some naughty words.
When I walked out of the building I felt like I was missing something. You know that nagging feeling that something isn’t right. I checked my jacket and my purse, all was good but that feeling sat on my shoulder. I didn’t figure it out until halfway home.
The beloved husband just asked if I wanted to go back. No eye rolls, no admonishment, no nothing. We were in stop and go traffic barely moving for more than a half hour just to get off the limited access highway. Then we had to make our way back.
He asked me to pull out the map to see if we could get around the traffic jam. Did I mention I couldn’t see anything?
I found the map and then I told him I couldn’t even see if I was in the right car. He was on his own.
We got back to the medical building with only one wrong turn. Not surprisingly we had managed to make a different wrong turn. We are definitely overachievers!
They had my Kindle. Oh yes, I tried to call them from the car but my new navigational system failed me. It was probably user error.
It took three hours to get home while it usually takes one hour. There were no harsh words, no bickering, not even a glare. Of course I was near blind and I couldn’t see much.
We even had leftovers for dinner. The princess was exhausted!
This is why I call him the beloved husband. If I ever grow up, I want to be more like him although it’s unlikely. I always think a good eye roll or two is necessary occasionally just to clear the air.