“They aren’t long enough. “
“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?