When You Get to the Bridge Run

Another day, no car. It's not that big a deal, because I work from home. However, I guess I didn't realize how many errands I run during the day. Or how many people call me asking for some type of help.
Me: "Sure, I'll be right over, oh wait, my car's in the garage again. Can I do it tomorrow?"
My husband had already solved the problem, according to him.
While at dinner the other night, he said, "You know, if you want, you could drop me off at the golf course and keep my car."
That wouldn't be a problem, I'm up early anyway. Hmmmmm.
I didn't answer him right away, so I could see him working on the next plan.
He shoved his plate over and leaned his arms on the table.
"You know, it's not really that far, you could always walk to the dealership and pick up your car."
Thinking his idea is a great one, he continued. "There are sidewalks all the way."
I raised an eyebrow. "You are kidding, right? If they called me early in the morning, it wouldn't be a problem. But have you noticed the humidity is a little high right now? I'm sure they won't finish my car in the morning. And besides that, the sidewalk stops at the bridge."
He leaned closer." I thought about that too." He said.
I leaned back from the table, waiting.
"It's only about two miles to the bridge, the dealership is another half mile. So you walk to the bridge, and then you can run the last half mile on the highway."