Drive Over, Darling

| Romantic | July 1, 2012

(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?”


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