Chapter 22 – Co-inky-dinkThe mystery man drove north on Yearling Road and took a left at 5th Avenue. In the evening rush hour traffic, 5th was a long slog even though we were going toward downtown Columbus instead of away from it. All hope was dashed for me when he kept in the left lane and just kept going.
“Boo, we’re not going to make it home in time for any kind of a reasonable supper time,” I told my short haired, Boston terrier companion.
A little sense of relief flooded my system when we got on I-670 and blew through downtown Columbus rather than continuing to traverse city streets. By the time we reached it, most traffic had left the immediate downtown area and was gone to face the trek out to the suburbs. That relief turned to a dumbfounded sense of shock when the guy exited 670
