Possibly The Best Tip Of All

"I have always depended on the kindness of strangers."

Street Car Named Desire

I left for Hampton, Virginia for Quiltfest last Wednesday morning. My husband took me to the airport. I had an early flight . We have had a deluge of snow (picture the winter scene in Doctor Zivago, that would be what Minneapolis currently looks like except for the beautiful music and we don’t have sleds.), therefore, we left for the airport at 3:45 am. The roads were like washboards and visibility was nil. The drive should have been about 35 minutes but after 90 minutes we weren’t quite there yet. Just about a quarter mile before we arrived, I pulled out my phone to get my boarding pass and my license. You know that feeling when you know you have really screwed up (listen carefully and you can hear the music right now, not Baby Shark but the Jaws theme). Alas, I had no license.