In the beginning, I had thought the entire trip would just be the two of us laughing without a care in the world.
That was before the flat tire, of course.
“Get out the spare,” she said, taking control of the situation. She changed it out (with my help) and we were on the way again.
Then the hotel had misplaced our reservation in the hands on some family who had obviously already trashed the room.
“I guess your competitors get our business,” she said, without even blinking. She led me to the next best place, which proved to be the best place by the very fact that they at least accommodated us.
Finally, I was way too nervous. Even after having a great night out, the previous two incidents had freaked me out too much. I’m a big believer in the rule of three, after all. Something else had to go wrong.
“If you put it out there, that’s what you’ll get back,” she said, helping me out of my bra. “Let’s enjoy the rest of the night, ‘kay?”
Perhaps I got a foot cramp which interrupted us, but she started laughing so hard that when the pain passed… I couldn’t help but laugh too.