Well, it's that "over the meadow and through the woods to grandmother's house we go" time of year. Or, in my case from LA to the Bay Area, it's "over the meadow and through woods to a cousin's house we go" on the Interstate 5. Yeah, the I-5.
I was waving my arms and jumping up and down like a game show contestant, shrieking "I'm right here!" into my cell phone. On the other end was a friend, driving up to my workplace to pick me up for lunch. He was a block away.