send me some cerefolin

t'other day i was driving home from visiting my aunt and i pulled up and stopped about two cars and one mini bus away from a red light on a two lane road.  the light was red and i just sat there but then i saw the mini bus go into the other lane and around a car when the light turned green.
great.
i would pick disabled car day to visit someone.
very quickly i was behind the car, the light turned red, and i waited for the next green light to go around.  the gentleman who decided that trying to get his car off the road one car-length away from a red light was not a good idea was sitting on the steps of a house assumably on the phone with a tow truck.
the tricky part of the situation was that the car was almost on top of the line for the light and to go around the car you had to go into the opposing traffic lane to get around.  unfortunately this little road met a heavily trafficked road and it was getting to be rush hour.  also, the broke-down car created a blind spot for anyone turning from that main road so you had to wait for a green light to go around to make sure that the opposing lane would be clear (assuming no one from that road turned on red).  there was a huge line of traffic behind me so i decided to call the police to try and prevent any accidents and maybe help the traffic situation.
good thought kassandra.  go ahead and call.
i call and i get the dispatcher and and the whole time i'm thinking in my head: it's 'this' road not 'that' road... 'this' road not 'that' road.
i finish the call.  the light turns green.  i go around and head home feeling good that the whole thing would turn out okay.
suddenly i'm stuck behind three giant school buses.... i grew up in this neighborhood and i know how many times these yellow behemoth's stop... there's no way i'm going this way.  goat trail here i come.
turn around in the neighborhood and i get another glance at the disabled car situation.
no cop.
hmmm.  that's weird.  the police station is right down the road and any time i've ever dealt with this police station they've been johnny on the spot in coming over (someone tore up school property once and drove away and i saw it).  weirdness.
continue on my goat trail and then i realize.  NOOOOOOO i said 'that' road instead of 'this' road.  for the past ten years I''ve always confused the names of those stinking parallel roads.  some cop was probably on 'that' road saying: disabled vehicle my foot.
so i had to call the dispatcher again:  'hello, i'm kassandra ______ and i just called and reported a disabled vehicle and i said the wrong road.  could you tell the police that it's 'this' road".
and they did.

boy scout moment completely ruined.

but spending time with family was very worth it