Discombobulated

Now that we are older we have been leasing rather than owning cars.  Our lease is up in a few days so last night we went to a dealership to pick up our new lease.  I was to follow Andy home.  The new car is black and somehow in rush hour traffic I started following the wrong black car.  Had he not pulled into a gas station I would have still been following him. Duh!  I knew where I was, but it was so disconcerting that I found it difficult to get out of the maze of side streets to get home, but I finally did.  Mike and Andy were calling over and over but I could not stop to answer in the heavy traffic.  When I pulled into the driveway Andy was white as a sheet and both he and Mike were standing in the driveway waiting for me. From now on it will be driving Miss Doris. I give up.  With isolation lasting for months I had not been driving.  I am going to practice with Andy the car phone feature; with cell phones, we rarely used the car phone feature before.  Now we are putting it in use for sure. There are more do-dads on this new lease, it wears me out thinking about learning it all, but I intend to for just in case situations. I know, we are lucky to be able to do all of this and I am not ungrateful or unmindful of the suffering of others, it was just a moment for me and a dangerous one.  I do know enough to get off the road. That short time frame scared the bejeebers out of me.

There, the word of the day, bejeebers, from the little-used words of old. Every post will put one or more of these words to work again. (Oh, I also used discombobulated too.)