Some sort of kharmic revenge

Well, we didn't go.

I know.



All within a matter of two hours -

a) JUST as I was leaving to pick up my mother, she calls, in a panic: "I lost my MAC Card. I can't go anywhere. I don't know what to do; I can't just cancel it!", etc.

b) Torrential rains and flash floods, literally CLOSING the PA Turnpike. CLOSING IT. Any alternate routes would add at least half an hour to the already tight schedule - lots of flash floods, all around.

c) DJ: "My tires are terrible; you're going to be hydroplaning all over the place. You WILL die. You can't take that car."

d) FWIW, Pete - at LESS than, 'the last minute', agreed to drive and go, after much haggling. This included an oil change for his car, and a full tank of gas. Also, FWIW, he cancelled his plans to do this - with three minutes notice.

e) I KNEW IN MY HEART THAT WE WOULD NOT MAKE IT WHEN STUCK BEHIND A BLACK SUV-THING ON THE WAY TO PETE'S. The type of vehicle? An, 'OUTLANDER'. Yep. I knew..Then and there, I knew.

f) His mother was freaking out, over the weather. Much with the stress. Making him eat a fucking hamburger before he left..

g) THE GODDAMNED DIRECTIONS FELL. OUT. OF. MY PURSE.

THESE INCLUDED THE CONFIRMATION NUMBER TO PICK UP THE TICKETS AT, 'WILL CALL'.

We discover this, after we'd left, in a mad rush.

h) So we decided to call DJ and have him read us the number AND directions over the phone.

THIS IS WHEN WE DISCOVERED THAT PETE HAD LEFT HIS PHONE AT HOME..



Speechless, we turned his car around and came home.

End of story.
Can't get any more cut-and-dried than that.
Right now, it feels like the doors of Heaven have been slammed in my face.
I really tried!

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