A Three-Hour Tour
You know those days when you come back from the airport and even though you’ve spent the entire weekend stuffing your face you’ve also spent the other part running around San Francisco so you’ve earned yourself a Chipotle Burrito Bowl and even though it’s a mile away it’s nearly 8pm and dark so your husband says “I’ll go get it” and he drives to Chipotle which has a parking lot but there’s something going on in Hollywood for Halloween even through it’s Sunday night Hollywood loves a slutty party so the parking is ten people deep with a valet who can’t magically make more spots appear so your husband has to park two blocks away but he gets your Chipotle and then gets back in the car but the car won’t start so he has to call AAA but he calls you to pick up the Chipotle and then you do but he’s frustrated and you realize the best thing to do is leave him on a darkened sketchy street because your marriage is actually safer that way so you bring the Chipotle home and you eat your Burrito Bowl (no rice) and he calls again to say that he got a jump but when he put the car in drive it totally died so it actually needs a tow so could you come back and maybe bring the Chipotle and so you pack a bag of napkins and water bottles and his burrito and some Halloween candy for good measure and at 9:30pm you drive back out to Hollywood to st in your car on the sketchiest street in town so he finally have a lukewarm chicken burrito and you can eat your feelings in fun size Twix?
Yeah, it was one of those days.
The lesson here is that partnership is what happens between boners.
