We took Lightning to the Huntington Dog Beach this morning . . .
As we were parking the car, my wife asked, “Do they have bathrooms here?”
“They have portables,” I said, pointing them out.
“OK, you guys go ahead and I’ll meet you down at the beach.”
Later, when we got back to the car, I asked, “Where’s my coffee?”
“It’s all gone,” she said.
“It may be all gone now but it wasn’t all gone when I left it here.”
“I had to pee in it.”
“You peed in my coffee cup?”
“I can’t use those portables.”
“Why couldn’t you pee in your own coffee?”
“I had to make a judgment call.”
“Well . . . thanks for not setting it back and letting me drink out of it.”
This is Paul’s wife: Dear Friends and family, here I am at your request. This story is not true. (a lot of them are not true). Paul makes it up to make it more interesting. He is a writer and of course he has to make it fun to read.
so to make it clear….you guys did NOT take lightning to HDB?
lol