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Monday, March 05, 2007Emergency?Eric and I have a little "thing" on Saturday mornings. We go out for breakfast. Yes, I know, that sounds very "retiree" of us, but it's actually a romantic, adorable way to start the weekend. And it's just the way I like it -- nice and early. We have to be back by 9:00 so that I can take Maggie to her Modern dance class. So this Saturday I was running a bit late in the bathroom and asked Eric if he'd mind running to Publix for milk and honey (rather Biblical of me, don't you think?). He was a dear and said he'd run right down. Happily, I finished up my bathroom routine and started to make the bed. That's when Rachel knocked frantically on my bedroom door. "Mommy," she said, handing me my cell phone. "It's Daddy. He's says he needs to talk to you, it's an emergency." Well, that didn't sound too good. I thanked her and took the phone. "Hello, sweetie?" Nothing. "Hello? HELLO????" A great time to lose connection. I hit the "off" button on my phone and rushed down the hallway to find Rachel, my mind spinning. What could possibly have transpired in the ten minutes since Eric had left? Did the car die? Was he hurt? "Rachel, the phone cut out. What did Daddy say?" Rachel's expression was matter-of-fact. "He said something about being at the check-out line and not having his card." Oh. Right. That was the "emergency." My darling had gone down to Publix without his wallet. I sighed theatrically and ran downstairs to grab my coat and bag. The cell phone rang. "I'm on my way." I think I heard sheepish laughter before I hung up. Three minutes later, I walked into the store and found my husband standing at the self-check lane. He was casually reading a copy of People magazine. Sitting on top of the scanner was a Styrofoam cup of coffee. Oh, that I would have brought my camera. "I'm so glad you saved all this time for me," I said sweetly as I handed him my bank card. Is this a Guy Moment or what? I mean, realizing you don't have money at a check-out counter is something that can happen to anyone. That's life. But considering the fact that Eric's bank cards and driver's license are in his wallet, I fail to understand how he can walk out the door without it. Yet he does it with alarming frequency. And yes, this was actually the second time I've had to bail him out at Publix. Why, he's driven all the way to his office in Nashville without a wallet. I'd love to hear him explain that to a police officer pulling him over for a traffic violation. "My license? Ur, I was just going to call my wife, Officer Nabme. She always brings me my wallet when I forget it. Can you wait just a few minutes?" Ah, well. I love the man. And breakfast was good -- French toast stuffed with cream cheese. But I'm thinking I need to buy some sort of Gothic chain to attach Eric's wallet to his pants. Then again, that would only ensure that his wallet would go through the wash. And that, of course, would be my fault for not having checked his pockets. The next time I send Eric to Publix, I'm going to turn my cell phone off and let him fend for himself. Labels: marriage |
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4of my readers are feeling chatty:
Can I just say how jealous I am that it only takes you 3 minutes to get to the grocery store? ;-)
Vince usually forgets his wallet and his cell phone when he makes a store run for me. I'm always wondering how he remembers to pick up the car keys. :-P
(In all fairness though I *never* remember to bring my driver's license!)
You wouldn't do such a thing to your sweetheart!!!!! You'd feel guilty the entire time and wonder if he in fact did forget his wallet. It would be more stressful than just taking the three minute trip to bail him out!
You missed the major key thing here:
He couldn't bear to be away from you for so long, that he purposely created a scenario where you could be there with him.
Tarzan no dummy! :)
Dave,
sheesh...
Don't go and suggest to my wife that I have an ounce of male intuition or intelligence. I just got her to the point that she thinks I left the wallet by accident.
:)
Kerrie, I am impressed that you admitted that you don't carry a license on a regular basis either!
:) :)
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