The Shortest Tablecloths

“They aren’t long enough. “

“I know.”

“What else can go wrong?”

“Can you go get ready.”


“I don’t know, you have five minutes to get there.”

He rushed out the door and I heard the tires squeal. I texted him not to worry about the tablecloths no one will notice.

“Vada da solo! Errr!” (I’ll drive myself).

He forgot to take his wife.


What else can go wrong?