Another Hot Wife Tale Damn this Beltway! God damn this stupid Beltway! I had just finished a double shift at the hospital.Another Hot Wife Tale Damn this Beltway! God damn this stupid Beltway! I had just finished a double shift at the hospital. My relief was a Dear, showing up a little early, and letting me get out of there sooner than I expected. I was exhausted but still keyed up, and I wanted to get home and shower. But first, I had to pick up the girls at my mother's and stop and get something for dinner. Of course, the air-conditioner in the car still didn't work, but it was only about 98 degrees in the shade, anyway! I debated which way to go and had the bad luck to get on the Beltway and get caught in a dead-stop traffic jam. Usually, at four in the afternoon, the Beltway traffic was slow, just starting the after-work rush hour, but it moved. Today, the traffic was at a complete stop. My guess was there was a very large accident somewhere ahead. With my foot taking root in the brake pedal, my mind began to drift. Still a little buzzed on all the coffee and a couple of the little red pills I took to help me through the double shift, my mind began zinging around, thinking about getting the girls, debating McDonalds or Chinese for dinner, wondering why Frank couldn't ever pick up dinner on HIS way home, relaxing in the shower. |