It was one of those “How did I end up here” moments.
Locked eyes with someone and said, “Never speak of this.”
I can relate, though this one involved a hole in the sheetrock, a peanut butter filled Kong ball, and a freeway. More or less in that order.
I built my own coffin. It's nice looking. Until I really, really need it, I store antennas in it and drag it out for Halloween.
While building it, and after a few beers, I did fall asleep in it during a fit check.
Scared the ex pretty badly. Fortunately, she's gone now.
/johnny