I just got back from my Book Club’s Christmas gathering. We always meet at someone’s home for a luncheon, and someone else does a book review. But for Christmas, we all share Christmas books and stories we love, and even gift ideas.
This time we met at the lovely home of a new member, about 30 minutes away for most of the gals. Her pretty home has been in magazines. Here are a few pics, before I tell you what happened:
Driving off, I noticed Tina was pulled over. I pulled up beside her and rolled my window down. “Just stay on this street until you hit Sunset, then turn left,” I called.
And then, as I drove off, I noticed she was following me in her car. I thought I'd continue to wave at each turn, to help her find the freeway. A friendly, helpful thing to do, right?
We actually made several turns, and I waited for her to catch up a couple of times. Everything was going great until we got to Sunset. I looked over and realized IT WASN'T EVEN HER!
Yes, I had been motioning to a total stranger in a similar car, who probably thought I was complete lunatic. Or a creeper. Or a combination of both (a creepatic?) She certainly didn’t suspect that I was being friendly or helpful.
I sighed. It was anyone’s guess where Tina actually was. Probably way ahead of me. So… if you need help finding your way, just dial
1-800-LucyStrikesAgain.
And you might
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