I was supposed to meet my Dad today in Chicago. I drove here through a gnarly thunderstorm. When I arrived at our meeting spot (hi, IKEA), I got a call from my Dad.
His flight was cancelled. D’OH!
It was raining hard, and visibility was low. I was in a strange town driving around in strange weather (100% humidity in October???)
So here I sit, in a Starbucks in Naperville, Illinois. Detailing a trip gone astray. Hey, I finally had time to answer questions from my college nephew’s career interview.
But I’m having an adventure right?