As I leave yoga class on Saturday, I dial to return a message from Dave on my phone …
Pleasantries ensue as I’m turning out of the parking lot, heading out to go grocery shopping. We’re having friends around for dinner that night.
Sue: So whatch’you need?
Dave: Do you think you could stop and pick up a bunch of aromatherapy candles?
Stunned silence on my end of the phone.
Turns out, he’d shampoo’d the livingroom carpet the night before and it hadn’t quite dried and the whole downstairs smelled like miffy carpet.