A few hours after he left, I realized that there is no ice cream or chocolate in the house, which is an absolute crime when getting ready to watch a chick flick. I sent him a text from my phone to please, please, please bring me home a chocolate shake on his way home from the station. Two seconds later, I hear his phone beep from somewhere in the house.
I sat there for more than a minute trying to figure out how wrong it would be for me to call 911 so that they could send out a dispatch to his station to please pick me up my milkshake. I mean it is ice cream..it is an EMERGENCY.
I played it out in my head, figuring out how it would sound coming from central. I wondered if they would laugh at me, hang up or have him kicked off of the department. Probably all of the above.
When Brian got home, I gave him that look. The one that says "you should have known that I wanted a milkshake.. how unthoughtful of you to not just surprise me with one."
He laughed at me. He did not take me seriously at all. And, he also had the nerve to suggest that next time I should have just called the fire station directly and ask for him.
Please, I don't want to be that wife.
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4 comments:
Haha. I LOVE this. I think I would have called 911 though :)
My boyfriend is a firefighter & I've thought through similar situations before! ;)
I've definitely called the fire station...no shame here. It's his fault if he forgets his phone.
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