My husband Gene & I purchased our home in the north Georgia Mountains on Monday December 12, 1994.  By Saturday morning, we were all moved in and about to get ready for our first Christmas in our new home.

Gene had to go into town to an auto parts store and asked if I’d like to go along to see some of our new town. This is when another F.H.B. came briefly into my life. We left the parts store around noon, and when we came to the end of the street, there was a car stopped near the stop sign. An older woman was getting out and Gene asked me to check to see if she needed any help. She said “no, I’m okay”, I asked again as she was about to close the door and walk away from the car. She said again, “No, really I’m okay…. I’m just driving two cars today.”

At first we did not understand, but looking down the street 300-400 yards we saw another car parked along the side of the street. The woman then told us that someone from the auto shop (next to the parts store) had called her and said her son’s car was ready and needed to be picked up before they closed at noon. So, she drove over to get it and was taking it back home. She said she would drive one car park it, walk back to the other then drive it up, get into the first car and would repeat this until she got both cars home!

We discussed this, with much laughter, for most of the afternoon and came to believe that 1- her son was not home but needed the car 2- her son was home in bed and would not get up to go with her to get the car, so frustrated she went herself. We felt in her haste to get the car she had not realized it would have been much less work to walk from home get the car from the shop and drive it home.

Since that day, when either one of us does something a little unorthodox we explain it by saying “its okay, I’m or you’re just driving two cars today.” We also use this at South Cherokee when something strange occurs.