Carlos plays trumpet in a local community band, and after a summer off, rehearsals were set to start this week … as he told me.
Normally, I will prepare something on Sunday that we can heat up for dinner on Monday as we only have about an hour at home before I drive him to rehearsal. But, as bad luck would have it, this past Monday I got stuck at work for about forty minutes longer. I called Carlos before 5PM and asked if he could get a ride home; I told him there was meat sauce and pasta already cooked, all he had to do was heat it up; I told him I would get home as soon as I could and then drive him to rehearsal.
And so, I ran around, finishing my work, and then racing home as he was finishing his dinner. I told him I wanted to jump in the shower real quick and then I’d drive him.
Being a sweetheart, Carlos asked me if I wanted him to see if a friend could pick him up and drive, and I said, “Yes! YES!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!” And, while I showered, and then wolfed down a quick sandwich, Carlos made the call, and then came into the kitchen …
“Rehearsals don’t start until next Monday.”
Where did I put my cartoon frying pan?
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