Thursday, July 4, 2013

What the hell is wrong with your husband?


Many years ago, my then husband, who is not the world’s best driver, was in Hawaii doing a military rotation.  One of our good friends happened to be there at the same time.

 


I get a call one afternoon and without preamble our friend asks, “What the hell is wrong with your husband?”




“Can you narrow the parameters please?”



“He is supposed to be following me and he lets all these cars get between us and now I’m exiting and oh look, there he goes. OK bye.” 



“Ok. Bye.” 

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