When I was traveling, my wife reported that her oldest boy had left the house in a huff and was "going to Dallas to join a karate dojo". She was frantic. After interrogation, he had not eaten dinner, was dressed in flip flops and a light t-shirt, and the temps were projected to be in the low 40's. I said he would be home around 9:30 to 10:00, humbled a bit from the experience.
She called at 10:15 and after telling me he was home, asked me "How did you know?"
When I was traveling, my wife reported that her oldest boy had left the house in a huff and was "going to Dallas to join a karate dojo". She was frantic. After interrogation, he had not eaten dinner, was dressed in flip flops and a light t-shirt, and the temps were projected to be in the low 40's. I said he would be home around 9:30 to 10:00, humbled a bit from the experience.
ReplyDeleteShe called at 10:15 and after telling me he was home, asked me "How did you know?"
Sounds like the authorities might need a new bloodhound.
ReplyDeleteDo be so eager to blame the canine. Maybe the kid's shit stained underwear that he had worn for a week threw the hound's nose sensor off.
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