As days go, this was terribly awkward. I felt like a walrus trapped in a fancy car. I didn’t know if I belonged there or not. I couldn’t get out of it, and I couldn’t say anything. When I eventually got home, I shimmied out as fast as I could and scampered into my house without a backward glance. I felt so, so, so terrible. I vowed to say no thank you when offered a lift tomorrow, although knowing me, I will probably just oblige and climb into the car after the children.
I do not belong.