Dan’s young (25-ish) office mate had a road trip planned for this weekend with 9 friends. Destination: Poland. Dan has lamented, over the past few days, that this sounds like exactly the kind of thing just-out-of-college-youth should be spent on (and I agree — I think back to the many nights we spent eating pizza in front of the tv, times when we were actually BORED and think of what a waste it was). His coworker has suggested, recently, that maybe Dan could come along next time. Dan has said it would be up to me. Then, yesterday, at the last minute, it turned out that someone was sick and Dan’s friend suggested (jokingly) that Dan call me to ask if he could come along, but that he imagined there would be lots of yelling if he did. Dan replied that no, in fact, I’d help him back his bags . . . just for a much longer trip.
Har, har. I get the joke: “My wife isn’t the yelling and screaming type, but she wouldn’t permit that. She’d kick me out just for asking.”