The conversation inside the truck went something like this: “Sunshine, I was at this place 45 minutes ago.”
I’m sure Dodgeball was thinking, “that sounds familiar.”
“Dad, you should have called me.”
Dodgeball groaned. Steve Martin’s scene replayed inside of me for a SECOND time as I found my cell phone and handed it to her with the “Call History” displayed.
“But Dad, I checked her phone for missed calls!”
“Sunshine, I called three times. Why didn’t you just tell me what the house looked like?”
“I didn’t think of that.”
“You said that they were right next to the church.”
“They are. It’s just two streets over…”
“And then you have to head off into the Australian Outback! (I didn’t say exactly that but something to that effect) When you were deciding earlier in the day what you were going to do this afternoon, didn’t I say that I didn’t want to have to find you?”
“Yes.”
“Does this qualify?”
