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Mother Hubbard is but one of many ladies I have successfully disappointed over the years. They always seem to see more in me then what there is.

These be perilous times we live in at Ohio. As I type a thunderstorm is sending rain down in a sporadic manner. I used to reside less then three miles from Lake Ontario near Hilton NY but I swear it rains more here in Fairborn Ohio by way of proportion.

Had one directionally challenged member tonight. Wasn't even my section to monitor but Tonya was working a tire change problem that was not going well so I picked up her line and the fun began.

Sta 4017 out of Springfield had sent a driver on EASTBOUND Interstate 70 around mile marker 62 when he noticed the blue Honda he was searching for on the --

Aww you guessed--

WESTBOUND side.

I call the member to convey the glad tidings of joy that her rescue was at hand.

Instead I listen to some whining about we were supposed to CALL her when we on the way and she would meet us there.

Why oh why had we not called? How could we neglect such an important use of telecommunications?

I softpedal it by attempting my chirpy all is well in hand voice which succeeds only in getting another whine on this one note song.

I drop to get on with it voice during the obligatory apology hidden behind an excuse. Which was the truth. The station never told us they were on the way. They rarely do. They hate calling to keep their phone bill down. Tis truth--some stations ARE that cheap.

By the by--the driver tells me the car is WESTBOUND?!!

Oh no no no no no--I'm EASTBOUND!

Headed to Columbus? Clearly enunciating the word. Can't possibly mix it up with Headed to Indianapolis?

Columbus it is.

How much time do you need to get back?

Ten to 15 minutes.

I tell her I'll have the driver wait. Like I have THAT much say over it. This station will try to weasel an extra call out of it with my luck. I sigh. Because I know what is really going on.

I examine the ticket I had never read til the unfortunate deed of supporting my partner was committed. The wording is the give away. She's guessing around mile marker 62. The words 'member with vehicle' are entirely missing. Even when noted it's a crap shoot. The amount of fuss about being called versus the quick Columbus/Indianapolis reply comvinces me that said lady is probably Mommy bailing out their wayward child who merrily took off to go continue living the dream.

To hedge my bet I call Station 4017 and affirm the EASTBOUND doctrinal statement of my phonepal but strongly suggest the driver check the westbound car and get the license plate.

Which he does.

By now Tonya is back on board and she calls Ms. Wrong-way Corrigan and tosses out the plate number. Oh yes you found my car. Thank you.

We wait for the admission that AAA knows best and I'm sorry I'm so stupid.

I'll get more Avengers from Mother Hubbard before that sentence is passed.

Dedicated to you MH. Enjoy.