I've Got Sand In All The Wrong Places - Plot & Excerpts
It was like that movie Baby’s Day Out, except with my parent. I turned my back for one second, and the little rascal got away from me. I imagined her crawling along an I-beam at some high-rise construction site. But she’s afraid of heights, so more likely she’d be in Times Square, telling The Naked Cowboy he isn’t dressed warmly enough. It started with tickets to see the new Larry David play. My mom checked that she had the tickets for the third or fourth time. “It says, ‘late arrivals will not be seated,’” she read, for my benefit. My mom is early to everything. We left with an hour to spare. And yet, we found ourselves in a cab crawling up Sixth Avenue for a half hour with fifteen blocks to go. I checked our route on my smartphone; the driving estimate to get to the theater was fifteen minutes, the walking was only ten. “I think we should get out,” I said. She’s in there somewhere. “Really?” My mom looked aghast. “Yeah, we’re close, but this traffic is going to take forever.”
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