damont

For those of you who haven't read about this in

montuos's post yet:

Yesterday, we drove

bronx_baroness to Defending the Gate VII / Stierbach Baronial Investiture, since her husband

fuzzface00 was in Chicago, trying to catch a plane that would actually take him to Raleigh-Durham International Airport in North Carolina, where their car was parked. This effort took most of the day but was ultimately successful; as we were packing up at the end of the event, she contacted him to find that he had, in fact, gotten as far as Virginia in the car, and might even beat us to their place in Sterling.

We finish loading up the van, and start the drive home. Gas prices are better than average down in the Fredericksburg area, and we'd gotten close to an empty tank, so just before getting on the Interstate we stop to fill up. We pull in, and I'm fishing around for a wallet in order to extract the appropriate credit card, as a gray Honda Element pulls up in the other direction to stop on the other side of the same gas pump.

bronx_baroness says, "Isn't that

fuzzface00?"

There are lots of gray Honda Elements in this area. But experience has taught me that the Divine *really likes* to play practical jokes on our circle of friends. So I hop out of the car, zip around the pump, and sure enough, it *is*. We break into hysterical laughter; Fuzz is wondering how the hyenas got there. I wave to Fuzz, who sees me, and *facepalm*s in his signature "oh maaaaaaan..." way of his. As if that weren't enough, he's talking on his cell phone to

bunnyjadwiga via

maziemaus's phone, and he'd said something like "I don't be-&^%$#@!ng-lieve it". Apparently she didn't believe it either, so he hands the phone to me. I confirm that yes, by some strange quirk of the Universe, he and we have managed (despite coming from two very different directions) to pull in to the SAME GAS STATION, AT THE SAME TIME.

Hysterical laughter ensures on the other end of the phone call as

bunnyjadwiga relays this to the rest of the family. Back at the gas station, the phrase "I Am *SO* Blogging This!!!" is heard.

After filling up our gas tanks, we rearrange the stuff in the Element such that

bronx_baroness can ride home with her Husband Deluxe, whom she hadn't seen in two weeks except for an hour at the Atlanta airport last weekend. Later today we will finish transferring stuff (primarily her scooter) back to them, and if

fuzzface00 is lucky his luggage might arrive, preferably in a place where he can drive 5 minutes (not 5 hours) to pick it up.