Drive Over, Darling
(My boyfriend and I are heading out to meet some friends at a popular restaurant. Although the parking lot is packed, I manage to find a spot a few feet from the entrance.)
Boyfriend: “Wow, Doris Day parking!”
Me: “I’m sorry, what?”
Boyfriend: “It’s like old Doris Day movies. Whenever there was a shot of her driving somewhere, she always conveniently parked right by the front door.”
Me: “Oh, okay, gotcha.”
(A few weeks later, we go to see a movie, and I find a parking spot a few feet from the entrance of the theatre.)
Boyfriend: “Doris Day parking again!”
Me: “Ha! I guess I’ve just got good parking karma or something.”
(A few days after that, coincidentally the Saturday before Christmas, my boyfriend and I get in my car to go visit my parents.)
Boyfriend: “Hey, on the way, do you mind if we stop at Best Buy?”
Me: “Why?”
Boyfriend: “I just want to pick up a couple of things.”
Me: “Baby, it’s the Saturday before Christmas. It’s going to be anarchy in there. Can’t this wait?”
Boyfriend: “Oh, come on. You won’t even have to park; just drop me off and circle.”
Me: “Grrr, fine. Whatever.”
(Begrudgingly, I drive to Best Buy and pull into the parking lot, which is complete chaos. Within seconds, I find a spot a few feet from the entrance.)
Boyfriend: *stony silence*
Me: “Well, we’re here. Aren’t you going to go get that stuff you want?”
Boyfriend: *more stony silence*
Me: “Sweetheart? Are you alright?”
Boyfriend: “YOU’RE DORIS DAY PARKING ON PURPOSE.”