Running two days late because of more printer issues, I finally delivered the week’s news throughout the two counties of Lyon and Storey.
On this occasion, I took the Missus, who is not used to being in the passenger seat. She is also not a fan of my driving, which depending upon her mood, can run from either “you’re such a grandpa” to “slowdown before you get us both killed.”
During our half-hour jaunt through Virginia City, my wife learned how crowded C Street can get in the early afternoon and how hard parking is when making a delivery. To wit: I double park when unable to find a yellow-painted delivery zone available because non-delivery vehicles are lawfully allowed to park in them on the weekends and at night.
Safety was not her prime concern in this case. It was the people ‘staring’ at her when I turned the flashers on and exited the car.
She later admitted, “I slunk down in my seat the second time, so no one could see me.”