On Saturday there was a 50 car pile up on Rt. 93 South in NH. My lovely wife and I came close to being part of it.
We were cranking along, thinking about getting lunch at a nice restaurant in southern NH. That's what we usually do when traveling that way. However, we were running behind our normal schedule.
When we were trying to leave, a neighbor was driving by and stopped to talk . . . and talk . . . and talk some more. It would have been rude to cut him off. He was getting into some personal stuff that troubled him. Then the dog ran off and wouldn't come back. She never acts that way.
Finally, we got everything loaded up, but later than usual. We were hungry well north of our usual stop. Decided to just pick up some sandwiches at the gas station (yes, they were horrid). The store was busy. Then we had to wait to use the bathrooms. Of course, the dog needed walking. Since we were running late anyway, I decided to take the time to top off the diesel tank.
All those delays caused us to miss being part of the big pile up. It happened just about the time we'd normally be there.
Sometimes in life, you just have to go with the flow.
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