Shopping done.
Groceries loaded.
Seatbelts fastened.
Ignition on.
Spaces in front of me empty.
Next row clear.
Gearshift in drive.
Pulling forward.
Turning right.
Judy: “You’re going the wrong way.”
Me: “I’m going the wrong way?”
Judy: “Oh! No, you are going the right way. I said the wrong thing.”
Me: “You did.”
Judy:
Me: “You owe me an apology.”
Judy: “I’m sorry.”
Me: “You’re welcome.”
