My Trip to Red Box

At what point after getting your liscense does the thrill of just running errands wear off?

I'm going to say the SECOND time you drive down to the Red Box when your tired within 10 minutes.

So, first off, don't drive in wedge heel flipflops. Just don't. It's really awkward. The pedals are abnormally far away and you have to curl your toes around the little thing to keep the shoe from sliding right off.

Ok, so I got past the shoes and headed down the road, so far so good. Until I realize, a block away, that I have to pee. Badly. Greaaaaaaaat. I continue driving, what else could I do? Thankfully, the Red Box is only a mile from my house, so I get there fairly quickly and park.

Side note: When parking at an angle, one tire hits the curb first, even if the other one doesn't look like it's going to.

So, I finally make it into the Red Box, remember to turn off my headlights (a story for another day) and trump into the store.

The box is empty.

The DVD is at home. In the DVD player.

Great job family. I didn't even watch this movie!

So, I call home, exasperated, to ask them to bring the movie outside to me. However my crappy phone, even with a full signal, which is rare, insists on saying CALL FAILED.

Then I drive home, park on the driveway, and knock on the front door to ask for the movie. I assumed this would be faster then running in the through the garage and back of the house. Wrong. Turns out no one listens until I knock the third time. Finally, I get the DVD and off I go again.

Mind you, by this time my "I have to pee RIGHT. NOW." situation has gone further downhill.
I drive a little slowly through the neighborhood as my CD player fails to get me to the right track (back TWO songs, not start the same one over), but I make it onto the road, having already listened to a third of the CD through this escapade.

I park a little better this time, but I lose my prime spot in the front row by the door. I sucessfully remove the DVD and drive home (next to idiots who can't properly use Turn Signals).

Gratefully, I arrive home, Turn off the headlights, and head straight for the bathroom.

Errands have indeed lost their charm...