A few years ago my then 11-year old son was invited to a birthday party at a fun center type place (laser tag, trampolines, arcade, etc) where plenty of parents were supervising. I knew a lot of the parents from our small school, so didn't feel compelled to stay.
My husband had dropped us off since there were no close parking spaces. He said he'd circle around if he needed to.
"Keep the heat on, whatever you do," I said, bundling my coat tighter around myself.
I hurried in to the party place with my son. Chatted up with moms about pickup time, greeted the birthday boy, and then left, excited for a rare dinner date with just my man. I love to flirt with him still in midlife!
When I came out, the wind was really whipping up cold in my face, so I kept my head down. I picked my way down the steps and toward the parking lot. Didn't see our vehicle where it had been. Looked up and saw a familiar vehicle circling toward me. Put my head back down and wished for a scarf.
The guy pulled up, leaned over and opened the door for me.
I hopped in , head still down, straightened my windblown hair, and as I dropped my purse at my feet, said, "Whew!!! Brrr! It's cold. But hey, Babe ! I'm all yours now. Are you hungry for dinner, or do you just want to go parking like old times?"
That's. When. I. looked.over.
"Woops! Sorry! You're not my husband!"
I grabbed my purse and hopped out quicker than I'd hopped in!
My husband was waiting in OUR same kind of vehicle right behind him.