If anyone spoke to me yesterday morning, they might be concerned about B’s health and safety today. You see, I almost killed him yesterday. It’s all good now though. Let me explain.
B and I work less than a block away from each other, so we carpool everyday. B drives me and my car to work. Yesterday, I had a doctor’s appointment. When B left for work in the morning, he had to take his own car. Can you see where this is going? At 10 a.m., as I am rushing out to the door to leave for my appointment, I realize my car keys are no where to be found.
I sweetly called B and asked, “Honey, do you happen to know where my car keys are?”
“Um, in my pocket… at work,” he answered.
Oh crap. Work is about 20 minutes south of where we live. The doctor is about 15 minutes north of where we live. My appointment was at 10:30 a.m., and it was pouring down rain. Double crap, or does that make it triple?
B jumps in his truck, and I frantically call the doctor. They said if I make it by 10:45 a.m., I will be fine. It was going to be close, but I felt confident I could make it.
I didn’t make it. I arrived at the office at 10:50 a.m. Only five stinking minutes late, shouldn’t be a problem right? Wrong. The doctor was already behind and it was getting close to lunch so they said they couldn’t fit me in. I would have to reschedule.
(By the way, can someone explain to me why if the doctor was already behind, why would it matter if I was late? That is how long I would have been sitting in the waiting room anyway.)
Reschedule! Are you kidding me? I could immediately feel my neck getting hot and my eyes welling up with tears. It took me three months to get this appointment. B and I had put out entire baby future plans on hold for this appointment. I was not willing to wait another THREE MONTHS! (I actually have no idea if it would take another three months, but the irrational side of me was convinced.)
Luckily, I did not have to kill B. They were able fit me in that afternoon. So I saw the doctor, discussed my plans and baby future is on. And there was much rejoicing.
I feel that there are some inaccuracies in your story that need correcting. First I called you early in the morning and you answered the phone with:
M: “WHAT?”
B: “Um… just wanted to let you know I forgot my phone”
M: “Fine, goodbye”
After this exchange of pleseantries I knew the morning was not going to go well.
This is how your call to me went:
M: “Where are my KEYS!?!?!?!?!” (notice the lack of common social greeting)
B: “Oh crap they are in my pocket, I’m so sorry!”
M: “WHERE ARE THE SPARE SET?!?!?!?!?!?!?!” *sound of stuff flying through the air*
B: “ummm I don’t know….
M: *more stuff flying through the air* “I CAN”T FIND THEM?!?!?!?!?!?!”
Then dial tone. Thats right folks…. she hung up on me.
She calls back and is more in control this time… she informs me that she has looked everywhere and cannot find the keys. I inform her that I will leave work immediately.
So I race home… risking life and limb as I race along in the pouring rain. I get to the house and she is in the garage waiting for me. She looks none to happy, I present her with the keys and she promptly rips them out of my hands… Gets in the car and speeds away.
You (friends and family) are lucky to have me still around.
After I got home from work someone had kidnapped the wife I had that morning and replaced her with the “Joan Cleaver” version. I don’t think I’m going to pay the ransom to get the old one back =-P
All is well again and everything is back to normnal.
Thee End.
Funny how people with slpit personalities remember stories differently than sane people.
This truly confirms there are two sides to every story! Some are just more believable than others………for fear of getting in hot water with any more comments……..I will leave each to their own conclusions! Sounds like a sequel to “The Ransom of Red Chief.”
Yes, my side of the story will always be that it was Megan’s idea to close ourselves in a hallway and run into each other with pillows over our heads. I’m just sayin’…
The part about the doctor being behind….oh yeah, I wonder why it matters that I arrive on time! Glad you got in and that you didn’t kill B.
Oh god, I feel your pain! When we were trying to get pregnant it took me three months to get into our OB, which we needed to do because we needed fertility drugs. Then, about a week before the appointment I’d waited for for so long, they called me and said, sorry, doctor needs to reschedule…in ANOTHER month! I cried. Luckily we got prego after only two months of Clomid so we were really lucky that way.
Anyway, glad they got you in, and YAY for baby plans!
(And I’m on your side by the way. Husbands are always wrong, don’t they know that yet??)
BABY FUTURE!!!!!!! WOOOHOOOO