"In" with the right man

So, I left our house about 6:35 as usual for a 7 am shift. As I approached 900 East going west on 45th South, I saw a bunch of flashing lights aroung 700 East. So I took a left hoping to find an easy alternate route to get to work. However, waiting for me at 9th and VanWinkle was another roadblock - turns out no accident, just the Salt Lake City Marathon! Right. So I pulled up to the officer and asked him how I could get to IMC by 7. He advised me to make a U-turn, drive north to I-80, then take I-15 back south. If you know SLC, you know how far OUT of the way this route would take me. So I called my dad. He didn't answer the first time, but we'd spoken earlier in the week, and I knew he was working the marathon. So I called again.
"Hello-";
"Hi Dad, it's Amy, how can I get to work?"
"Where are you?"
"9th and VanWinkle"
"Go back to the light and I'll radio the guy there and get you through."
I followed his directions and waited several more minutes when my phone rang again.
"Are you still waiting?"
"Yes."
"Okay, drive through the parking lot at Ivy Place and the bank and I'll meet you."
Again, I followed his directions. He was waiting looking very official and dashing, and instructed me to drive over the small curb, flip a youie (?) after the first island and drive south on 48th. I did, and waved out the window my thanks as I was finally on the way. Thanks Dad!
(I clocked in only 6 minutes late, not bad . . .)