The other day when Alberto came through North Carolina, we had a big fright. This is what happened. I was driving to Raleigh for the last day of my grant writing workshop and I should have known . . . driving to Raleigh in the pouring rain, in morning rush hour traffic was a challenge, so I found out something that day: I hate driving in the rain.
You know, I don't really hate anything in life, sure, I dislike some presidents, and I dislike cantalope but I don't really hate anything- except- driving in the rain. I left the workshop early because I had a feeling that Alberto was going to make even more trouble than he had started. I was right.
I couldn't get onto the highway because the entrance way was flooded. To make matters worse, my cell phone battery was dying and I was worried because my sense of direction stinks . . . So I called Matthew. By the way, if you are ever on Who Wants to be a Millionaire and you need someone to help you find the answer in 10 seconds, call Matthew. Here's how our conversation went:
Me- "Matthew the entrance to the highway is flooded and it's raining -hard and I have no clue how to get home and my cell phone is going to die in 10 seconds . . ."
Matthew- "Ok, I'll get on maps.google.com and find out where you are, ok, I'm on, take a left onto Western Blvd, take exit onto innerbeltline and then connect where it says Durham/Chapel Hill."
Me."10-4, you rock!"
Yes, Matthew does rock and I feel really lucky to be married to him, but I still hate driving in the rain.
