I was driving along US1 on my way to pick up Reese from his softball practice and talking to my best friend in Seattle. She was giving me some sad news about her daughter and we were having a somber, serious, woeful conversation when out of the corner of my eye, I saw an airplane that didn't belong there. I did a double take, and while my friend was telling me the details of her daughter's trauma I suddenly screamed, "OH MY GOSH!!! It's the Space Shuttle!!!! IT'S GONNA LAND!!!" I couldn't help it. My best friend needed me, and I cut her off to shriek in her ear about something she could not enjoy at all with me! But true enough, there it was, coming in for a landing at a very, very slow descent, right out of my left car window. For a couple of more minutes I shrieked and went on and on about how it was coming down while my poor friend just sat there and waited until I was finished. By that time, I had picked up Reese, and he and I exclaimed and shouted at each other and were so excited while my poor friend must've felt so neglected. I felt awful... I'd never seen the Shuttle on piggyback before and wasn't expecting it. Laura, if you're reading this, please forgive me!!! You are more important than the Space Shuttle to me. I'm sorry for shrieking in your ear. You are always so sweet and you didn't even get mad at me. I love you, my friend!!