Waiting at pick-up time in the lobby of the church that houses our youngest son's preschool, I entertain myself by reading the bulletin boards.
Potluck Dinner on Wednesday.
An exercise class for senior adults is seeking new members.
Information on collecting used eyeglasses.
With just me, myself, and I to talk to, I look outside. All is quiet.
I realize that being alone here is odd.
I get that worrisome feeling.
Where is everyone? Did the kids take a field trip today and I forgot that the pick-up location had changed?
No kids. No teachers. No parents.
By the door the church's security alarm is visible, and I see the clock "11:15 am."
11:15 am? That can't be right! I left my car to walk in this door at 11: 20 am.
The car's clock.
The Mrs. must have changed it.
The clock had been 4-5 minutes slow for sometime, and she must have changed it.
The new time displayed is 10 minutes fast.
She got me--inadvertently of course.
Well, I twiddled my thumbs for a little while longer, and eventually teachers, parents, and noisy little ones appeared.
And as a typical husband, I immediately began plotting my revenge.
Should I leave my muddy grass-covered mowing shoes on the front porch near the entry door to greet all visitors who enter? How about that?
Um, no, that is where my shoes are right now.
Ok, should I leave the toilet seat lid in the upright position for an entire week?
Wait, no, I have been doing that for the more than a dozen years of marriage.
Well, I'll just leave my razor clippings partially cleaned-up in the sink.
Hold on. Man, I thought I cleaned up all those tiny disgusting hairs this morning. I guess I missed a few on the porcelain...
On second thought, perhaps resetting the car clock is no big deal, and the Mrs. deserves to give me 50 or 60 more "gotchas" just to call it an "Even Stephen" between us.
Now to go clean that sink...
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