Traffic Jam

As excuses for being late go, I'm sure we've all heard (or used) a few dandies in our lifetime.  However, this Kansas girl wasn't prepared for the unexpected delay encountered on Saturday morning en route to an appointment some miles from home.  

A and I were tooling along the A-road, winding through villages and countryside with little time to spare, when we noticed a couple of sheep in the road.  We slowed, then stopped as we saw quite a number more on a leisurely stroll to join the first two.  Soon, the entire road was clogged with Cumbrian sheep enjoying their morning social.  

There was nothing for us to do but gawk, and wait it out.  It appears that the herd had formed an escape committee which gallantly led the way out from their captivity, but upon encountering the main road sheepishly realized there was no grass or water source, and a few big, smelly metallic beings blocking further exploration.  The committee thus conferred for quite some time, came to a vote, and ultimately decided this escape was for the dogs and that maybe home wasn't so bad after all.   In the end, they slowly headed for greener pasture.  

Although this may be a common occurrence in these parts, it was a novel experience for me.  I rather enjoyed recounting it later.  

As excuses go, in my books, it's a bit more colorful than 'traffic was bad'...