Taxi! Taxi!

I went to work yesterday and planned to pick my son up and bring him home for his spring break.
It is a short one, just under two weeks, but I was really looking forward to seeing him again.
When we got home, I asked if he could have dinner with me and a friend.
He said he talked to his Mother and he was going over to his grandparents and he would not have time to have dinner with me.

I'm glad I drove 6 hours so he could blow me off for Easter Sunday.

He should see his Mother on Easter. I was just asking for an hour or two for dinner.

I guess I had my time on the drive home.