I came home yesterday to find that my township, in a fit of civic brilliance, had decided to start a road infrastructure improvement project. Directly. Outside. My House. Now, while this is a wonderful thing (once everything is complete) it does mean that my normal parking spots have gone the way of the dodo. I had to park a good block and a half away and thus got home in a bit of a foul mood. I was met by my wife and son, at least one of whom showed a little sympathy as to my “plight”.
Then the construction trucks showed up.
Trucks just like in a book.
And not just any book — Will’s book.
His excitement was palpable.
Thus, my evening went from “pretty crappy” to “Best evening ever, daddy!” in the span of a few moments. And all I had to do was walk an extra block. That’s a value at any price, in my book.
“Inconvenience”, Through The Eyes Of A Toddler
