Being the passenger of my mom’s car is downright aggravating. “Why are we here again?” My mom asked, “You know I hate driving downtown, no matter the city.”
“You know I could’ve taken a bus, right?” Why she insisted on driving me, who knows? “You could’ve gone to a museum or something while I do this thing.” This thing, ugh, it’s a blogger meetup, just say it out loud, dammit. Why am I so embarrassed about a blogger meetup?
“Just shut up,” my mom snapped, “I need to concentrate.”
…and we just passed The Bob – the restaurant holding the meetup.
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