I was having a little private time with Jake when we were surprised by Pat, who, in spite of being asked directly, “Are you expecting me to drive you to work at 2:00?” had not been able to cough up the simple answer, “Yes.”
Gah. I’m going to buy some Pink Drink, since I’m here and in a mild snit.
I’m afraid something like that would have me in more than a “mild snit.”
I have somewhat of a “mild snittery” situation as well. But I’ll tell you on the back channel...
If he thought of needing a ride at all before actually needing to walk out the door, he’s doing pretty well for a male.
Speaking as one myself.
“Oh, it’s time to go? Should I pack?”