We drove almost 15 miles. A little less than 25 minutes. At 5 o’clock in the morning. In a torrential downpour.
For a grown man with abdominal pain for about 8 hours.
Because he’s lactose intolerant.
And ate a Wendy’s Frosty for dessert.
Then we took him to the hospital.
And his wife followed all the way in her car.
With her emergency flashers on.