Eighty-six? Why were you travelling so fast, ma’am?
Ohhh-kay, if you must know, I was driving fast because my husband didn’t say goodbye to me. (NOTE: Husbands and wives — this post is for you. I’m taking a poll. Who won?)
He didn’t say goodbye to you?
No! He didn’t say hello either. Granted it was busy at our restaurant… he had a line of tickets stacked up, but still, he could have at least said hello. I mean, I was wearing a dress and my hair looked good.
Huh?
I know, I know, that stuff doesn’t usually matter to me. But Ken and I never fight — so I made a dramatic exit.
You were driving fast because you never fight?
No! I was driving fast because I forgot the checks.
What checks?
The checks I needed to buy ingredients for camp. The checks weren’t in my purse which meant I had to go back inside the restaurant and face Ken after I had just stomped off.
Oh my goodness. What did you do when you went back?
