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Wednesday, Dec. 11, 2013
How many blondes...Posted Tuesday, March 6, 2012, at 2:45 PM
On Sunday, the whole family made a trip to Ankeny to see Austin participate in a basketball event. Some of us didn't have a chance to grab anything to eat before we headed out the door but Curt said we'd grab something along the way.
On the way, Austin said the event started a half hour earlier than we thought and to top it off, most of the way there it was snowing and the interstates were snow covered and traffic was moving slow.
Sorry, there won't be enough time for food, we are already late.
One of my children became quite crabby, sure it was going to be days before she was going to see food.
Once we arrived at our destination - yes nearly a half hour late - she convinced me to go with her to find something, anything.
We were not familiar with the city - why really would anyone allow two blondes to go out alone?
We came upon a Caseys quite quickly and got some snacks and drinks to tide her over. We got back in the car and neither of us could remember how we had even got to the store - so we just started driving - up and down roads saying we did not remember seeing any of the buildings we were now passing.
"Should we call the boys?" Marissa said.
"NO!" I said firmly. "This is just our secret!"
We knew if we were lost for too long we wouldn't feel like bozos, like men do, going to ask for directions.
We drove around for several minutes and we laughed saying had we been smart, we would have paid attention to the direction we were traveling - afterall, the car indicated what direction we were traveling.
"Yes, but we're blondes," Marissa said. True.
"How many blondes does it take to get lost," I said. "Just one."
And Marissa said back, "How many does it take to stay lost? Two!"
After thinking we were never going to see our other family members again, we came upon the Caseys again and exited a different direction and low and behold, we came across the school where our other family members were.
We came in and none of them asked where we were, not that they weren't worried, but they probably figured we had gotten lost.
And as for crabby Marissa, the snack brought her back to her happy self so the little trip, being lost and all, was worth it!
* Lorri Glawe is a member of the Pilot-Tribune news staff. Reach the columnist at firstname.lastname@example.org
Lorri Glawe is a reporter for the Pilot Tribune in Storm Lake.