It all started fine, a little auction, a little lunch, a little nap. Then we, yes, the couple, spiral downhill. It all started after our Cinco De Mayo dinner, we decided to walk up to Harris Teeter to get the skinny snack eater some cookies. We had to get some money out of the atm so I could go play basketball tonight. Amanda thought it wise to deposit the money I gave her to deposit and the poor girl saw it was missing. We frantically searched her wallet in every crevase for the two bills. No avail.
Amanda was very clearly upset, obvious to her that one of her students had rooted through her purse and stolen the money. Somewhere along the cookie aisle she was broken down and we needed to hug it out. The betrayal that she felt was worse than loosing the money. I mean, don't get me wrong, we need all the money we can get but it really hurt her.
We headed on to get gas in her car. I was still rattled by the whole situation but managed to fill the car up. During the following left turn, we hard a slight noise. I saw some people dodging an item in the road. We had no clue what it was. Until....
Amanda came out of Cookout to notice the gas door was open. She quickly closed the door... the light bulb in my head went off, luckily not the dashboard. Yes, for the first time in my life I left a gas cap on the roof of my car. First time, ever. Luckily the Cookout is right next to Autozone. So $11 and a little pride later, we drove home.
The best part, is when you are upset, funny things make you laugh very hard.