She's home now. Thank GOD, Buddha, Zeus and Queen E!
Thing was, the taxi driver didn't know how to come to DJ. He drove around until he reached Sec 14 and FINALLY decided to call the house.
Poor Gramma... She cried... Makes me want to cry too.
And why oh WHY did my Dad deal with it THAT way; like he was oh-so-sure nothing would happen and that she'd be safely home?!
Even after my Grampa asked him to make a phone call to make sure Gramma was ok...
WHAT IF *touch TEAK wood* the driver decided that it wasn't worth the hassle and actually LEFT her there?!
Even when I was going out to look for her, he told me it wasn't necessary...
Why does he choose to deal with things this way?