I had to work late last night, and Don was charged with getting home by 8:00 to relieve Lindsay. And those of you who know Don are aware that he has, on occasion, had a more flexible understanding of, well, time, than other people might have.
At about 7:30, Lindsay called me and offered a bet on whether Don would meet the 8:00 deadline (she even gavehim a three-minute grace period.) If he did make home by 8:03, she'd give us a free hour of babysitting. If not, we would owe her a paid hour off. Although I had some reservations, I cast them to the wind and threw my support behind my husband.
As the hour drew near, the following email exchange took place:
On Thursday, April 30, 2009 at 7:58 PM, Lindsay L wrote:
Cell phone = $150
T pass = $60
An extra hour pay = $18
Don being here on time = priceless
On April 30, 2009 at 8:00 PM, Carrie Fletcher wrote:
I'm afraid you win - he just called me and he is at the Green Street T stop. I don't think he can walk home in 3 minutes! He says that, since he's already lost the bet, he might as well hit the bar and stay out all night.
On April 30, 2009 at 8:03 PM, Lindsay L wrote:
He can't hit the bar, he left his Hello Kitty shirt here! So I know you must be kidding.
THIS IS WHY I LOVE LINDSAY.
