I travel. A lot. Given a choice, I would rather drive somewhere than fly. Nothing beats an open road, open windows, and a killer playlist. Except when you get pulled over twice in one week, in two different states. Suddenly it's probably better to hire a pilot.
A few weeks ago, I was en route to Lake Placid, New York, for a speaking engagement on college fundraising. Hot off a hefty ticket in Virginia the week before, I was hyper-aware of my speed as I drove up. I'd set my cruise control for the entire 6 hour sojourn into the Adirondacks, adjusting as appropriate for curves and posted signs... except for one. Cop gets me for 51 in a 30 and I have to call my husband when cell reception comes back to give him the good news. I don't like the Adirondacks. I have never liked the Adirondacks. In the back of my head I'm dreading the next two days here as I await another (likely) failing exam score.
Naturally the trip only got worse, as I battled a shirt button that refused to close, an overflowing toilet, and an exploding soda bottle that caused a blood-sucking black fly party in my car. Note to self: wearing bright white cashmere was a poor choice. When my phone (and map app) decided to freeze on the way home, I nearly lost it. I had to have failed this exam because there is clearly no turning this week around.
The next day was score release day. Score release for the exam is web-based, so I plug in some personal information and hit the "refresh" button periodically, meaning every 45 seconds. Somewhere around 4:15 on Friday afternoon the refresh button unceremoniously revealed a passing score and in a split second I was officially done with the exam. All that crap that just happened - now totally worth it. Thank you, Lake Placid.
Photo: Mirror Lake from the Golden Arrow Resort, Lake Placid, NY.
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