So I get home from work today I walk in and Mrs. Wedge is looking at me with a disapproving eye. Had there been more people in the room, I would have thought it was an intervention. The TV screen behind her had a map of our area, all colored in deep green, red, magenta and other scary colors. "Was it necessary for you to ride to work today?" she asked. "Yes," I replied, "I work on Mondays." She was not half as amused as I was, but I tried not to show it.
Now I thought we were over this, she hasn't texted me any "You're an idiot" messages for a couple of years, and besides, my life insurance is paid up. "Did you get wet?" "No, I had rain gear.....". "Didn't you see this coming?" Now there was a tough question. If I say no, it means my forecasting skills are sucky, and I can't be trusted to make forecasts. If I say yes, then I can't be trusted to make good judgments pertaining to my own health, and could possibly be institutionalized. Hmmm...gotta think quick....
"Did the dogs eat?" An obvious stall, but what could I do? I threw myself on the mercy of the court, "it's all good, I made it home, safe and dry." The look continues.