It was about 3:30pm as I pulled onto a busy eight-lane highway, the first leg of my nearly four-hour journey home.  I had been traveling for work and after grabbing Chick-fil-a on the way out of town (a must-do for this small-town girl living in a lonely world devoid of waffle fries within a 100-mile radius) I hit the old familiar road ready to binge my favorite podcasts and maybe chat with a friend while I zoomed home as fast as possible.  With the fuel gage on full and an early dinner sitting in the passenger seat, I was hopeful that I could make it home without any stops at…