Uh, oh...!

The other morning, TLATO said she wanted to go to the Peterborough Sport and Wellness Centre to use their therapy pool. She wanted a little exercise and the use of the whirlpool.

I declined; I’m there at least five times per week and felt like a day off. Besides, a double espresso and the morning’s newspaper were demanding my attention.

So Sheryl headed into town and I made my way out to one of our decks with my coffee and the paper.

The tranquility of the morning was interrupted by the pteradactyl-like squawk from a Blue Heron, fishing off our dock. Nothing that my soon to be relaxed state of mind could not deal with.

A while later as I was finishing the last section of the paper, Sheryl returned home. She came out onto the deck, giggling.

“How was your swim? Were there many people this morning?”

The giggling and grinning continued.

“OK, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, nothing.” The giggle turned to laughter.

“Sheryl????”

“I’m going commando!”

Not quite what one might expect to hear from one’s wife on a quiet holiday Monday morning. I asked her to repeat her statement. Perhaps I had not heard her clearly?

“I’m going commando!”

There it was again. No mistake.

Turns out she had headed out from the house without a change of underwear. This realization came to her while driving between home and the pool. Rather than turn around, she thought, no big deal - I’ll deal with it after.

However, the gas light came on in her car.

Now I cannot tell you how many times she has yelled at me for doing this in either of our cars. She says it’s a guy thing. Maybe. So, she had to get gas. However, she was wearing a pretty sun dress. It was a sunny day. In her present state, she had to find a full-serve gas station. She was NOT going to stand pumping gas in her present state with a gentle breeze blowing and the sun shining... Operation “Get Gas” was initiated.

There is so much more that I could insert at this point, but if I wish to continue breathing and maintaining my present lifestyle, serious editing has been done to accommodate TLATO’s sanctioning of this post. This covert, military-type exercise did have its economic benefits. The full-serve she went to was less expensive than the self-serve by the pool. There was not going to be a Monroe-esque grate scene pumping gas after all.