On Thursday I got home late in the afternoon and saw that there was a message on the answering machine from Z-D. This struck me as odd because I had my cell phone with me and if he really wanted/needed to get hold of me STAT he’d use that method.
So I listened to the message, wondering what was up. As I did not just fall off the new wife-y turnip truck, I figured that there was something going on that was a bit wonky. And I was right.
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First: He said, “I have an idea– let’s go out on a date tonight.”
[ME, suspicious: Hmmm.]
Next: He told me his date night plan. He wanted us to drive to a town about an hour away & pick up some sandwiches at a local grocery store that has a deli sandwich counter inside it.
[ME, with raised eyebrow: Okay, maybe.]
Then: He told me that he wanted us to go sit in a parking lot to watch some lights in the parking lot come on.
[ME, stunned: Do what?! That’s a date???]
Finally: He said, “I’ll pick you up at home in about an hour or so. See ‘ya soon. ‘Bye.”
[ME, shouting at the phone machine: That’s not a date. That’s something you have to do for work, isn’t it?]
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And you know as I stood there staring at the answering machine I had three thoughts. Simultaneously. Before the machine even turned itself off.
- My God we are old if this is his idea of a date. Honest to Pete, watch lights come on?!! What kind of date is that?
- Rather clever of me to know that there was something up with this message before I heard it. I’m getting good at this marriage thing. Yeah me!
- Well– phooey, I don’t have a thing planned for this evening and those sandwiches are yummy, so I guess that I’ll go out with him. Might be kind of fun.
… and you know what? It was.