So, there I am driving home last night and I come upon a roadblock. Seems that there was an accident a little further up the road, and the decision was made to block off passage at a point where folks could turn and detour around the accident site. That is, if you knew where the hell you were going once you did take the detour. Or if the person who is manning the road block knew what the hell he was talking about when he gave you directions to where you wanted to go.
Unfortunately, that didn’t happen. I got turned around out in the middle of godforsakennooneeverdrivesthisfreakinpotholestrewnroad pennsylvania. And drove an extra 30 minutes to get to where I DID know where I was. And then got followed by an unmarked police car for about 5 miles. How do I know that it was an unmarked car? Because I turned onto a major road, went by a car wash and this car came jetting out from behind the car wash and stayed on my tail until I crossed over the county line, and then the car turned around back to where it went.
All in all this was crazy trip home. But just another chapter in the life of me.