Why rush?

With most of the mountainous terrain behind us, Mickey and I stopped in the city of St. George, UT for gas and some eats. We were about 122 miles north of Las Vegas with about two hours to go. We felt we were making good time so there was no need to...

*phone rings*

"Hi, Donnie? This is Katheryn from ____ Apartments. How are you? We were wondering when you and Mickey were going to come in and sign your lease. Just keep in mind that we close at 5:00 PM."

It was 3:15 PM, and we were a good two hours away. I screamed in my phone that we were on our way, slammed the phone closed and jumped in the U-Haul truck like I was getting chased by LAPD. I squealed out of the gas station on to a busy street and quickly made my way back to I-15.

Why the rush? It was Saturday, so the leasing office for our building would be closed on Sunday. Plus it wasn't like we had family we could stay with until Monday. After being on the road for two days, we wanted to rest in our own place...in our own bed.

For the entire trip, Mickey and I drove together. At this point, I told her to zoom ahead so we would make it on time. Plus, I didn't trust pushing the U-Haul at 85 miles per hour.