My wife and I used to spend evenings with this other couple, Greg and Lisa. We went bowling twice and to the museum once, but mostly we went to the Olive Garden for dinner. I used to think something exciting would happen one evening, but nothing ever did.
This is a note of mine I found. I am putting it here, because I wrote it after we got out of there.
After the mechanism stopped working, we both collapsed on the couch in our living room. My head was still spinning from the noxious gas, but at least we were safe.
My wife does this thing when she walks in the door. She says “Honey, I’m home… Whoops! I forgot I wasn’t married.” It’s what Michelle Pfeiffer says in Batman Returns when she comes back from work. It’s funny, I think.
The box found a new home on a shelf in our living room. My wife put it between the angel she bought in Las Vegas and the door handle she took from a hotel we stayed in on our way to the Grand Canyon.