Sunday, September 1, 2013
Dining out with Lin and Joe
In other words...we need the rain so I'm not complaining.
The drops start slowly, but the sky is scary-looking and I'm starting to think about getting to the restaurant.
"Joe, do we have an umbrella?" I ask.
"Yep. But you gotta drop the backseat and crawl on your belly to get into the trunk to get the umbrella," he answers.
"Seriously? You can't just get out and get it out of the trunk for me?"
"Uh...NO. I would get wet doing that," he says all smarty-alecky.
Well, it is downright torrential by the time we hit the restaurant. Nothing to do but go for it--umbrella or no umbrella, I'm getting wet.
I unbuckle my seat belt and say "Are you ready?" and Joe is all pokey-like grabbing his wallet and shuffling his keys and such all around and he snaps at me "No! You gotta wait for me!"
Yeah, right. I think he forgot his smart comment about the umbrella. So I do what you what is only expected in this situation....
I yell, "Every man for himself!" and I quick, pop the door open and run like hell.
It was only proper, you know.