Last night, Steve said he would meet me downtown and we would go for supper rather than me driving home then us driving downtown. It seemed like a really good idea so I stayed at work a bit longer then he came to get me.
We went for dinner at a nice little Hungarian restaurant then discussed getting milk on the way home. We decided if we were going to be going out on Saturday morning, as we usually do, we would get milk in the morning.
After 5 minutes from home, I said “I know what we did forget to get”. Steve asked what. My reply “My car”. Sure enough, we had left it downtown in the parkade!
This morning, after breakfast, we headed downtown and got the car – otherwise I would be challenged getting to work next week!
This “part-timers” disease is getting to me.
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