In a Jam

 Once upon a day in the universe, there lived a young lady who worked very hard. Well, she wasn't so young. She may have been 40-something. 

She spent her days as a "stay at home mom" (SAHM) running hither and thither, and being made busy by innumerable responsibilities that, really, she began to wonder what exactly the "SAH" part of "SAHM" means. 

One day, this young lady was enjoying the rare luxury of a day spent MOSTLY at home, and was thoroughly enjoying the coziness of her jammies.  

There was a grocery order that needed to be picked up. "You know," said the young lady, with an air of conspiracy. "I can quick-comb my hair and go in my jammies! No one will ever even know!!"  

And she did. 

She quick-combed her hair and strapped in some children, and off they scurried to the supermarket,  where the grocery order was luxuriously loaded right into the vehicle for them.

It was working!

And no one was even going to know!

Then she called her friend with the new house, and asked if she could stop in to look.  Yes, that would work. No, the friend wouldn't care that she was in her jammies. 

So she did. The friend's mom stopped in also. No worries. 

Alrighty then. They headed for home.

Just before they got to their last turn before home, things took a bit of a turn. A pickup was stopped, flashers on. 

The lady slowed to a stop. The neighbor in the pickup came back to explain that a truck had roared by and startled the horse into the ditch. They had detached horse from buggy. The horse was out on the road, the buggy was still in the ditch. 

There was only one decently human thing to do. The young lady hopped out of her vehicle,  jammies and all, and helped the neighbor and the Amish man push his buggy along and out of the ditch. 

The End.