I got home around 5:45 Friday night. Lloyd greeted me with a falsely cheerful, bleary-eyed, “Happy Anniversary!” We looked at each other and I said, “This is the stupidest idea ever. Raincheck.”
So, we have postponed the amazing camping trip until the first cool weekend night and instead went out to dinner and collapsed on the couch to watch a post-apocalyptic movie. I was asleep 30 minutes into it.
Instead, let me tell you a completely unrelated story about vindication. On Thursday evening I drove to Wal-Mart after work to get supplies for the doomed camping trip. (Huh. I guess this story is related.) I pulled into my parking spot right across from three twenty-somethings who were trying to unlock their pickup truck with a coat hanger. I walked over to them and said, “It is a crying shame that I don’t have my car-opening kit with me.” They said they had already tried calling the sheriff’s department but they will only help if there is a child locked in the car. “I’ll be back in five minutes!” I cried and raced home.
Unfortunately, since I am a messy disaster, I have not kept the entire kit in one place, so I could only find the long blue bar and the inflatable wedge. Lloyd asked why I kept the wedge in the bathroom drawer and I pointed out all the cat-damaged property we own. Silly Lloyd.
Anyway, back at the parking lot it took several sweaty minutes and some scratched door paint, but when the lock ‘clicked’, I shouted with the exultant joy of one who has been vindicated in a foolish purchase!