Everybody has some place to be, and often, quickly. For me, that place is in my van… stuck in a line of cars that’s being held up by nearby construction as I pound my fists onto my steering wheel and try to prevent myself from unleashing a string of expletives in front of the kids, wondering out loud (for the tenth time that week, likely) why I didn’t leave my house earlier to drop my kids off at school.
I so want to get quippy and make some comic tie-in between my love for this grandpa blazer and all the grandma-like things I’ve got going on my life these days (exhaustion, advancing to middle age, etc etc), but I gotta shoot you straight and tell you, girlfriend is wiped. Ain’t happenin’ tonight.