No Good Deed...

No Good Deed...

Recently, I attended a wedding with a friend who was nice enough to offer me a ride to the festivities. I wasn't sure how late I'd want to stay (I was nine months pregnant at the time), and let him know that if I needed to leave before he did, I could take a train back home. But when the time came, he said he was ready to leave, too, and offered me a ride home, which I gratefully accepted.

But somewhere between New Haven and Brooklyn, he mentioned that he needed to stop off at...