WHY DID I Do That?!

y friend shared the story in hushed tones during a late-night run. Her friend had discovered that her husband was cheating and that he’d taken the other woman to a hotel room in another town. My friend’s friend got into her vehicle, drove three hours to this town, then staked out the hotel. This woman had only a hazy notion of what she would do if she saw her husband and his paramour. Luckily she never saw them. She probably would have worried anyway. After some cold cramped hours in her car, she began to calm down and drove back home. “What was I thinking?” she’d asked my friend. “What was she thinking?” my friend asked me.