The rental car driver said he would arrive early in the morning to take me and friends to the airport.
I had a 6:30 pm international flight. Theirs was at 5:05 pm.
8 am: we were packed and ready to go.
10:52 am: he arrived, 5 hours after he left home.
10:57 am: we started the 80-mile drive to the airport.
For over 7 hours we did not detour. Not even to eat. Oh no.
When a need arose, we just got out of the car and walked. Eventually the car would catch up.
6:18 pm: We arrived at the airport.
The airlines told me I couldn't check in; I was too late.
But has the flight actually left yet?
They called to ask if the "white girl" could still make the flight.
I made the flight.
God is good.
Summer-time traffic from the mountains is BAD.
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