My workplace falls on the way to the better half’s office, and he makes it a point to drop and pick me up whenever he can. Especially on Fridays, when we work extra late. The coming Friday, however, his picking-me-up time clashes with the football match he’s been dying to watch ever since it was announced.
He’s in a dilemma now, and wants to do both things at the same time. He wants to watch the match at our office and then return home with me when I’m done. This is how our conversation went this afternoon:
He: The program begins at 7 PM this Friday. Can you make sure we’re home by then?
Me: Looks difficult. Why don’t you carry on? I’ll manage.
He: How can I just not pick you up for a football match?
Me: He he. That’s fine. You watch it. I’m sure I’ll manage.
He: Can I watch the match on the TV at your office? Your guys will be playing it, right?
Me: Yes, think so.
He: Cool. On a big screen?
He: Can I watch with sound?
Me: Of course.
He: But I’ll not be able to cheer with you?
Men become little boys when exposed to sports. I’m adoring the little one that the better half has become.