Last night, I left the office at about 6:30. I had been exhausted all day, having woken up more tired than when I went to bed. I broke the cardinal commandment of "Go before you leave!" I live less than two miles away from my job, so I thought it would be safe.
I stopped in at the grocery store, to see if they had the hand lotion that
Finally, I checked out, got in my car, and started to drive home. Every fourth parking space, all the way up Main Street, someone pulled in or someone pulled out, directly in front of me. In retrospect, it was a beautifully choreographed dance. At the time, I was tired, cranky, and I needed to pee. And my gloves were making my hands itch, and I had no lotion to look forward to. The third time someone started to back up, I burst into tears.
When I finally got home, after taking care of the immediately pressing need, I decided as an interim measure to try