Monday, July 27, 2009
High Minds and Small Crimes
This past weekend, Mr. Wonderful rented a car for us so that we could drive to Oxford, Stonehenge and a spot he’d picked out along the southern coast.
I’ve always known that Mr. W had some dreamy, mad skills—like small plane piloting, bathroom remodeling, and excellent spreadsheet development—but watching him drive a stick-shift with his left hand on the wrong side of the street was nothing less than hot. He circled the roundabouts like a pro and navigated streets like he’d lived here forever.
We lucked out with gorgeous weather in Oxford; the blue skies were an incredible backdrop for all the gothic buildings. Being highly civilized, we stopped for afternoon tea. It was Mr. W’s first time and although he liked it, I’m not sure he was nearly as pinky-out poised and proper as I was…
After agreeing to quit our jobs and go back to school at Oxford (because there’s no doubt we could both get in through the senior citizen program) Mr. W and I hit the road and planned to make the most of our weekend vehicle with a trip to the grocery store.
We stopped off home to grab our recycled bags, and when we went to get back in our sweet, electric blue Nissan, Mr. W realized he had left the security gate clicker inside the car. We were locked on the other side with no way of getting in.
“I guess we’ll have to go to one of the neighbor’s doors and see if they’ll come let us in,” I said as I peered through the bars trying to find a back entrance.
Mr. W was inspecting the electrical box…and the next thing I knew, the gate started sliding open.
“What’d you just do?!” I asked.
“Did you just hot wire the security gate?”
Although Mr. W’s mug may be hanging in the local post office soon, his hotness quotient has now reached an all-time high.