I love it when I walk into a party and the host exclaims, “You made it!”
Like I had to chop through a dense rainforest with a machete, ford a perilous river with only one oxen, and swing vines over crocodiles, all while managing not to break the bottle of Sutter Home I so thoughtfully chose for such an occasion.
Really, I just got on the highway and drove a few exits. But why ruin their excitement? I think next time I’m going to make up the most outlandish story I can think up so that the host thinks I really went out of my way to come and eat from their relish tray and nod at all their recent home remodeling projects.