A lot of people say that the key to a successful marriage is communication. Well, it's a good thing we love each other because communication is definitely not our strong suit.
Sunday morning Wayne started freaking out because he only had one pill left. I told him to leave me the debit card and I'll get it Monday.
Monday afternoon I drove to Iowa City (about 40 min away) to get his prescription. On the way home I noticed that the gas tank was at a little less than 1/4 tank but I forgot the debit card on the table so I decided to just go home and get gas in the morning.
Wayne leaves the house at 4:30a so he is long gone by the time I roll out of bed at 7:30ish.
Somewhere around 10a Tuesday morning I started looking for my phone and quickly realized I must have left my purse in the Tahoe Monday night. When I went outside I was surprised to see that he had taken the Tahoe to work and left me the Impala.
We don't have a home phone, so I had no phone, no money or debit card and my Impala keys were in my purse. You might recall that this in not the first time this has happened. I pretty much reacted the same way I did the last three times...I moaned, whined, sulked and pouted the rest of the day.
Wayne usually gets home around 6p, so at 6:15p I started getting a little concerned. I started to worry a bit at 6:30p. By 6:45p I was in complete freak out mode.
One minute I was mad at him for taking off with my purse and 10 seconds later I was all what if he got hurt at work and they can't get a hold of me and Randy's out of town and no one else knows where we live or what if he got in a car accident and they police are looking for me at the old house because we haven't changed our licenses yet. I decided to give him until 7p then I'd go to the neighbor's and ask to use their phone.
At about 6:56p Wayne walked in and held up my purse. I looked at him and said "yeah you screwed me again, huh?"
He said "excuse me, screwed you? I didn't notice I had it until I called you to come get me because I ran out of gas on the highway."
We just stood there looking at each other for a while then he said that he didn't know it was low until the low fuel light came on when he pulled into work.
I asked him why he didn't get gas before he got on the highway.
I just about came unglued when he said "I didn't have the debit card."
The dogs jumped when I screamed "But you had my purse!".
"Yeah, I know that now..."
This actually happened last week and we both still think that the other one is in the wrong. Neither one of us has apologized....
Edited to add: We were (and still are) totally laughing about it, I should have made that clear, but neither of us are taking responsibility for it. We actually stood there for a while, both still upset at the other and not wanting to be the first to laugh!!
**Note** A very nice lady ended up asking Wayne if he needed help while he was walking to the gas station. She drove him to the gas station, lent him her gas can and drove him back to the Tahoe. I'm very thankful that she was brave enough to help him out.
Coincidentally, Wayne would kill me if I ever told him that I picked up some strange guy on the side of the highway.
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