The other day Stuart was sick. Again. Had been running between 103 and 104 degree temperature all day long. So when the kids all got up from naps I called the Dr. and they said to bring him right in. Right at dinnertime. Three kids: one sick, one Sybil, and only one me. And not enough time for any self medicating to occur before I had to be there. So I called Andy and asked him if he could meet me and bring William and Catherine back home. He said sure.
So I'm about two minutes from the Dr. and Andy calls. The conversation goes like this:
"Hey. Listen. I'm in a tight spot. I just got dropped off at the rental car place (to pick up a car to drive on a trip first thing the next morning) and, uh, well, apparently my driver's license is expired and they won't rent me a car."
"So, uh, you're gonna have to come in and show your license to get it for me. And they won't accept a fax or anything so you're gonna have to come in to do it."
"Helloooo? So can you or not?"
"Well, I'm on my way to the Dr. now all by myself with a very sick baby and two other whiney hungry kids; therefore, my tight spot wins."
Confucius say, Man who never look at driver's license end up stranded at Hertz Rent-a-Car.