Since we’ve been married, my husband has always texted me to let me know he’s coming home from work. Often the text is a simple word, such as ‘driving’, and I suspected that he actually wasn’t driving when he sent the messages. Here’s how I learnt the truth…
My car had been playing up and the check engine light and ABS lights were both on. Then my brakes started grinding. My husband and I agreed it was time to drop the car at the mechanics. This meant I had to take his car for my daily activities. After dropping him off at work, I headed off to enjoy my day, feeling like I was driving a bus in his huge car (compared to my little one).
After a stressful day of maneuvering around car parks and almost parking in the rear of another car, I headed back to his workplace to pick him up. I managed to find a park and gingerly edged my way in. Success!
I got out and waited at the entrance of his work, texting him to ask when he’ll be finishing.
My phone dinged back with a reply, ‘driving’. What?
I looked up and saw my husband walking towards me, head down texting on his phone.
‘No you’re not!’ I said, startling him out of his phone-texting-reverie.
‘Oh, I forgot I didn’t have my car today,’ he replied sheepishly.
Husbands, you just gotta love em!