I didn’t think it was funny. I didn’t think it was funny at all. I didn’t think it was one bit funny at all, at all. I believed her. I believed the words that she spoke with her mouth. Seven hours it took! That’s the same as 25% of an entire day! Life is too short for this. If she harbored hopes for an engagement ring, those hopes have long since gone and I seriously doubt if they’ll return in this lifetime. To make matters worse and add massive insult to massive injury, she only went and told Scurvy Jane about it:
I know an older couple that have resolved this issue — they always go in separate cars. He usually arrives a couple of hours before her.
That’s how Thirsty Dave became the excuse of a man that is today what with the arriving in bars, hours before the rest of us!
But … but … don’t you know how urgent it is for us to look just right? If the hair, dress and makeup aren’t perfect … oh, it’s too horrible to say.
I think “urgent’ might be the operative word there!
Ah, men…you never get this! HA HA
Actually we do, but by the time we do we’re usually eligible for Social Security, if we survive that long. 🙂
Oh yes, these words ring massively true! 🙂
but, but, but according to my abacus there’s 84, five minutes, in seven hours!