I’m not sure if I believe in karma, but after this weekend I’m pretty sure that I must have been a terrible person in a past life. The plan was to drive the Cadillac back to Pennsylvania on Thursday, see my mother and sister before they fly to Phoenix Friday morning, fix up the Jeep that I just bought and drive it back to Michigan. It seems simple enough, but it just wasn’t meant to go smoothly.

I was late leaving Detroit because I just couldn’t tear myself away from my girlfriend, she’s amazing by the way, so I was already worried that I wouldn’t get to spend much time with my sister and mom. On the way I hit major traffic three times, the second of which was the worse. I’m already running late, so after a brief period of deliberation I decide to just smash out one of the small windows in the back. I borrowed a broom to sweep up the glass, got directions back to the interstate and I was on my way. The people at the gas station were really nice, but they gave me awful directions and I wound up lost in subdivision full of cul-de-sacs for over a half hour. Throw in some more traffic in Pennsylvania caused by what I can only assume was some sort of freak inland tropical storm, and I didn’t get home until 1 am after everyone was asleep.