Car Show

I notice the Car Show is being held in St. Louis. This is an annual winter tradition and Jim and
I have attended more car shows than I care to count. Jim loves, loves, loves cars and at first I was excited (kind of) about accompanying him until I realized how much walking was required and how many nearly naked ladies (models) were there showing off the cars, as well as
showing off their wares, if you know what I mean.
Those shows are huge and there are hundreds of cars and Jim wouldn't just casually walk by and
admire the new cars, he really looked them over. I soon found out that after we had walked all around the car show, we still weren't done looking--he would go around the second time. B-O-R-I-N-G!!
I'll never forget one particular car show there in St. Louis, though. That has been several years ago, but I was already having difficulty in walking, so Jim suggested that he let me out at the
front door, and he would then drive to the parking area, and ride the shuttle back to the show.
It sounded reasonable enough to me. I started out just standing by the front door, where I had
been dropped, but it seemed that the simple ride back on the shuttle bus was taking an awfully long time, and as the minutes changed into half hours, I began pacing.
Did I understand correctly that he would arrive back at the front door, where he dropped me?
I began to saunter toward the other doors in the building, but still no Jim. An hour had passed
by this time and I know you will be surprised to hear this about me--but paranoia began to
set in.
Oh, my gosh! My loving husband of many, many years had brought me to the BIG city to dump
me. I never carry any money with me, and this point was causing me much stress. I always
have to have a Plan B, so my mind was racing--I could (in an emergency--and this was fast becoming one) hire a taxi to take me back to Flora, but would a taxi cab take a credit card?
After about an hour and a half, Jim finally straggled in the front door. I couldn't make up my mind whether to kiss him or kill him!
It turns out the shuttle bus had become involved in an accident at the parking lot, and although
it wasn't serious, Jim said he could tell that lots and lots of paperwork was going to have to be
done, so finally he took off on foot to get back to the show. Soon after that, we solved the car show problem. He took our son with him to those car shows, and I stayed at home, where I belonged!
I've often wondered how much it would have cost to have a taxi bring me home--and would he have taken
my credit card?