Bus Or Bust
(My boyfriend of over a year and I are talking online about our plans for the next day. I recently switched school buses after moving, but one day a week I go to a song-writing class in the city I used to live in, so I’m on the same bus as him. At our school there are two after school buses per route: the early one straight after school, and the late one.)
Me: “So I’ll be going to song-writing tomorrow; early bus, yeah?”
Boyfriend: “Actually, I’ll be on the late bus.”
Me: “What? Why?”
Boyfriend: “I want to go to the gym as often as possible.”
Me: “You know, this is exactly the sort of thing that would make a PARANOID person think there was another woman.”
Boyfriend: “Why’s that?”
Me: “We both miss each other on the bus, but the one day a week I can actually get the same bus as you, and you want to stay late to work on your fitness, therefore becoming more attractive.”
Boyfriend: “You’ve been reading too much ‘Not Always Romantic.’ You’re addicted; I told you.”
Me: “Babe, switch the roles here: one day a week you take my bus, and that’s the day I’ve chosen to go to the gym, even though we go together on Mondays. Wouldn’t you think something was up?”
Boyfriend: “…I’ll get the early bus tomorrow.”
Me: “You better.”