Rhapsodies

Dielle looked at her phone and sighed in relief. She still couldn’t believe it. After all of the precautions she had taken, they had barely made it to the venue on time.

Even getting a half-hour head start wasn’t enough. The traffic was backed up to a snail’s pace and none of the road signs had anything in common with what they said on the map! At least nobody could stop them for speeding. (Even if they had been able to move faster than five miles an hour the cops were too busy.)

She looked around the country club’s parking lot. It was half full. It looked like everyone else had had the same problem.

With any luck, she could salvage a good first impression.

Yes, that’s Bert hiding in the shrubbery