So I’m sitting at work, wondering if my wife is going to come get me (see, we don’t just break grandmas, we break cars, too, and mine is in the shop).
The phone rings, she answers, and I say “Hello.”
“Oh shit, I’m supposed to come get you!!??”
Tags: automobiles, love, marriage
1 comment
December 16, 2007 at 8:01 am
Katie
Tell her not to feel bad, I’ve had that exact conversation before with my husband. And I’m sure she was thinking right before you called, “Damnit where is he? He’s late coming home from work…”