Isn't it about time we had our flying cars already?

"They have the road to the hospital down to 2 lanes because of their endless construction this summer." The husband says to me. "But I know an alternate route that will take us around it." And he says this with an all knowing, I'm all over this traffic thing look on his face. The kind of look that made me think he spent most of his day contemplating our route and probably was on the Internet and everything.
We were breezing along the alternate route, windows open, radio humming and discussing the boys and where we went wrong with them, when we turned the bend in the road and saw a gozillion red brake lights at a stand still ahead of us.
"Huh. Looks like people are on to your alternate route."
And since I try to maintain a PG rated blog I won't mention what he said next.

So we sat for awhile lost in our own thoughts. That's when I wondered what the hold up was on the flying cars.

If we learned anything during our childhood while watching The Jetsons, it was that in the future we'd all be driving flying cars. I took a sideways glance at the husband and knew that it wasn't the time to bring that subject up. I knew I had to mull in over on my own.

You can't just give a flying car to anybody, I thought. Flying cars needed to be doled out carefully. Someone with an excellent driving record. Which then had me switching gears to my loaner car mishap, how was I going to make that go away? If that gets in the way of me getting a flying car I'll be pissed. I had an excellent driving record before that incident.
You can't just give a flying car to a dumb person either, there's going to have to be an IQ test for flying car ownership. Which I would pass with flying colors, I'm sure of it.
Probably in the beginning stages of flying cars we would have to wear helmets, something I would have to someway get around. I spend too much time on my hair in the morning to have helmet head all day.

Yes, I had that much time to ponder flying cars in the traffic jam.

"Hey we're moving." We made it to the hospital in time to see mom, who looked so much better than she has in days. The hospital staff was making an exception and letting her great-grand children visit, she was beaming.

Flat Tire Phenomenon

Weird things happen to me and my car. So much so that I see a spark of fear in the husband eyes when I leave the house with car keys jingling. On a day like any other day, on my way home from work I encountered what is now known in my household as the flat tire phenomenon.
I innocently drove over a cable stretched across the road that is used to monitor traffic. It broke loose, in my rear view mirror I could see the cable whirling around like an out of control fire hose. 30 seconds from home, I made the split second decision to continue. Safely in my driveway I exited the car to the sound of hissing, my tire went completely flat before my eyes. That is when I started to talk to myself. "No one is going to believe this."
"Should I call the police?"
"City Hall?"
I settled on calling the husband.
"Huh?" He asked.
When he got home he took the flat tire off and found part of the cable wrapped around the wheel. "Ahh haa! Evidence!"
I started making phone calls. The police station, city hall, the county sheriff's office. No one knew who was responsible for the outstretched cable across our little community's road. I even called the local newspaper, who took me as a woman just trying to find someone to pay for her flat tire. "Hey pal, just put some more ads in your paper and forget any news worthy stories. I'll get to the bottom of this myself."
Now it was in the middle of winter. The idea of setting up a lawn chair next to the broken cable crossed my mind, briefly. I wasn't sure if it was worth the $12.95 tire patch. You can say I owe it to society to find the culprits and bring justice to our fine community. But for all I knew I'd be delving into an unknown, secret inter-galactic, organization that is monitoring Earths traffic patterns. And I don't know if I up for that.