Give a 90-Year Old Woman a Heart Attack

Today a friend of mine offered to babysit my children for the morning, so I set out to find a new swim costume (swim suit) for the summer and our upcoming holidays. After finding one I was very pleased with, I returned home. Before I could walk into my house however, my ninety-year old Jewish neighbour Edith approached me. We chatted a little and she said she was not feeling well. She asked if I could take her in my car just up the hill (literally about a block) so that she would not have to walk. I offered to take her all the way to her destination but she refused. So, we hopped in the car. As I pulled out of my driveway, she cautioned me to slow down. She began to chat with me as I drove. As you approach the roundabout at the top of my street, the one side of the road veers off to the left forcing you to turn right onto another road before approaching the roundabout. I have driven it a million times. However, this time when I approached the point where my side of the road veers off I decided not to go left (the way the road goes) but instead just went straight into the roundabout and into oncoming traffic. What in the world was I thinking? I got confused plenty of times when we were home in Utah recently having to adjust to driving on the right-hand side again. I was constantly pulling out into oncoming traffic but since we’ve been back and switched to the left-hand side again, I have had no problems. Why would I choose this moment to get confused? Unfortunately as well, there were quite a few other cars approaching or exiting the roundabout at the exact time so I got some understandable honks. My neighbour Edith freaked out - “What are you doing?” “My heart! My heart!” “Do you know what a dangerous driver you are.” “I should have walked.” “Oh my heart!” – were a few of the things she repeated to me after the incident. Yes, I felt like an absolute idiot! I was not even capable of driving this poor old woman one block up the road in safety! I am sure all our neighbours will know about the incident by this time tomorrow and I am doubly sure she will talk to Charles (who she told me she secretly admires and would steal from me if she were fifty years younger) about this event and tell him he should not allow me to drive. Oh well, I guess she won’t be asking for any more rides….