“I’ll be there in a couple of hours,” Dad says. He stands up and starts walking. It takes him a couple of steps before he remembers that a) he wasn’t here alone, and b) he forgot to pay. Mom’s already taken out her purse, and she tries to hold back a smile as our waiter hurries toward us. It always amazes me when she does that. How is that funny that your husband forgot about you because of a business call? Dad is still distracted as he tries to wrestle his wallet out of his pocket and ends up handing his car keys to the waiter. Mom snatches them back as she gives the guy her credit card.
