I don't know what it is about husbands, or maybe it's just men in general, that when you have to be somewhere they are never mindful about being there on time but when it's somewhere they have to be, want to be, or think they should be then the blinders are on and nothing or no one will keep them from their appointed destination at their appointed time. And I mean nothing!
When the boys play football out of town my husband insists on leaving early enough to arrive for a good seat and in time to watch them warm up. Not come out on the field prior to the game, but the actual team warm up that happens at least one hour prior to kick-off! We don't miss a stretch, pass, snap, chant, grunt, or punt. Which is fine as long as we can take care of other business before arriving. By other business I am referring to the female's need to relieve herself after a long drive in someplace other than a public facility that requires the balance and hover maneuver. Can you say, "EEWWWWW!!"
We arrived in Cloudcroft for the 7PM game at 5:55. Headed toward the field we passed a convenience store and I said we probably should stop somewhere before we get to the field because I need to use the restroom. His response, "Oh, there will be restrooms there, that was the next project they were supposed to complete." Something about that statement did not evoke one bit of reassurance that I would be able to quickly and hygienically take care of business. "There will be restrooms there?" Because there weren't any before?
We of course, quickly gathered our things, purchased our tickets and walked toward the stands to make sure to secure our seats. I am looking around carefully while calculating how long I can physically hold out if I have to when I see them. There they are - restrooms! Complete in the Cloudcroft Bear colors of Green and White, the nightmare all women fear - the bathrooms that with any sudden shift in weight distribution could leave you in a horizontal position or worse yet, exposed in front of any and all passers-by. "I'll go with you and stand in front of the door," he tries to sound both apologetic and hopeful. I'm sure the glare answered any and all questions for the rest of the evening as it seemed to reflect off each and every helmet on the field before it radiated directly back to him. So, we continued walking to our seats -
IN THE EMPTY STANDS! (but it was a great warm-up!)
1 comment:
ROTFLOL! Then I guess you spent all evening refraining from additional fluid intake so you wouldn't have to pee?!
What a treat to be able to hear part of the game on the radio! We are so proud of our talented nephews! Go Demons!
Post a Comment