“Matrimony… the final frontier. These are the voyages of the Starship Casamiento Segundo, its until-death-do-us-part mission… to explore a strange new relationship… to seek out a new life and new adventures… to boldly go where no sane couple has gone before.”
We were scheduled to have a serviceman come out and look at Señor Abuelo Reloj early Friday afternoon. Like a lot of grandfathers, he has a few aches and pains, and occasionally just stops in mid task wondering what the heck he is doing standing in the entryway of our house.
The office of the horologist called wanting to reschedule to this afternoon as he had something come up.
“Well,” I said, “I am not going to be here this afternoon and I am not sure when my wife will return home.”
“Truth is,” I went on, “she out running around with a friend of hers, and in all likelihood I will not hear from either one of them until they need bail money. ”
“Oh really!” said the scheduler, “perhaps then we better do it next Tuesday at 1?”
“Works for me,” I confirmed.
In point of fact, Thelma and Louise were amateurs compared to the duet of Señora and La Guapa. I am just glad neither of them drives a convertible.
And so it goes.