I have been putting Liz off for two weeks. She has been jonesing to tell this story on my little blog, and I have run out of excuses! But since it is my blog, please do not give her the satisfaction of commenting on this post. Don’t encourage her. It will only be a matter of time before I do something like this again, and she will succumb to the same maddening urge to tell everyone who reads this blog, and I don’t want this to happen again.

My wife’s side of the story:

I begged Nathan to blog about the really embarrassing story which happened on this night two weeks ago. Embarrassing for Nathan, hilarious to me. So he said I could share my side of the story, and he would share his. We were leaving a young adult service. Nathan pulled the car up, and I put Silas in his car seat like I always do. I shut the door and proceeded to walk around the backside of the car so I could sit next to Silas like I always do. As I was walking, some friends of ours came out and Nathan honked and I waved to say goodbye. In the midst of the honking and waving, I also attempted to grab the handle to open the back door (emphasis on attempted). Well, Nathan began to drive off. I naturally thought he was being funny thinking he would pull around again to pick me up. But nope. He just kept on driving. I was standing in the middle of the drive watching him speed off. Our friends watched the whole thing. Since my purse was already in the car, my friend let me use his cell phone. Now, keep in mind, we are all dying of laughter. I almost couldn’t talk from laughing at the thought of my husband leaving me in the parking lot. Finally he answered his phone. I said, “Why did you leave me here?” He said, “I thought you were in the car. Can you get a ride?” I said, “NO!” So he turned the car around and came back to get me. Now I’ll let Nathan tell his side, the best part of this story.

So you know, Liz was laughing while she was typing most of that. Here is my version:

Periodically my brain goes in cruise control mode. After someone honks goodbye to their friends, what do they naturally do next?

Drive off. That is exactly what I did!

We exit the parking lot, turn onto the street, and I ask Liz if she wants me to turn down the heat. Silence. So I turn around and there is no Liz in the backseat. Only Silas. This will be hard to believe, but I actually looked behind my seat on the floorboard to see if she was hiding. Somehow this scenario was more likely than the possibility that I left her standing on the curb. I couldn’t believe I had just drove off without my wife, and that I actually looked on the floorboard. But since a bunch of us were going to a restaurant (where Liz and I would drink water because of our “consumption fast”), I thought there’s no hurry and she could get a ride. Or maybe hitchhike, but anything to avoid the impending teasing. She called and sounded like she was crying because she was laughing so hard. I turned around.

Lesson learned.

Like none of you have embarrassing stories?

Cheers.