Lloyd and I went to an auction on Saturday morning that turned out to not exist. (There was a home game for the Huskers, so they scheduled the auction for Sunday.) We ran our other errands then drove home to get some work done. On the way, I noticed that there was a jumping spider on the windshield wiper. He braved the 60-mile-per-hour wind all the way home. In the driveway I bid him a good day.
On Sunday, we went back in to Lincoln. I ran a couple more errands….. and noticed that the spider was still there.
Dumb spider. He owes me gas money.