I wanted to see Will Smith’s Oscar-nominated performance in “King Richard” and the closest Red Box happened to be at Market Basket.
That would have worked out well. Ron got the word that GMC had fixed his van, so it was easy to combine dropping him off and picking up the film before doing a shop.
Unfortunately the van died within a mile or so of GMC. I’d decided to take 130 home so chose to take Route 6 back to Bourne.
Very, very bad choice.
I was stuck in traffic for over half an hour. The idiots who decide these things caused a major traffic jam.
Miraculously, I didn’t lose my temper or get upset. Still can’t figure out why.
After we got home, Lizzie decided to take a Trump in the house. My poor sneakers were the recipients of her questionable largesse.
We did enjoy the film, though. A pleasure to see this story.