Tonight Hubby is going to the Blazer game and I’m meeting up with my dear friend Chris, for her 30th birthday extravaganza. Because Hubby and I commute together to work, it will be necessary for someone (read: Hubby) to take the bus over to the Rose Quarter for the game.
We met for lunch at the Food Court in the mall and sat next to the fountain/indoor “pond”. Hubby and I never have cash on us. We are debit card junkies. Unfortunately, the bus doesn’t take plastic. I was rummaging through my purse for $2 to give him for the bus and was coming up with only change…and only $1.40 worth of it, to boot.
When he asked me where he was going to get the other 60 cents, I pointed to the fountain we were sitting next to and said, “Hello? There’s TONS of spare change right there.”
I told him he could play it off as a performance art piece by re-enacting a scene from Goonies.
“You see this one right here? This was MY wish. My dream. And I’m taking it back. I’m taking them all back.”
I tried to convince him you can never go wrong when invoking Corey Feldman, but he wasn’t comfortable with that idea.
So, I went to the ATM instead.