On Saturday, Scott and I went out on a spur-of-the-moment double date with our dear friends Mike and Molly.
(Sidenote: This means Date Night Challenge: A Spa Getaway has again been rescheduled to sometime next weekend, hopefully. A real date always trumps Date Night Challenge, especially when it's with Mike and Molly).
Molly and I texted back and forth regarding the details. We decided to go to dinner somewhere at Village Pointe, which is a quaint little outdoor shopping area in Omaha with lots of restaurants to pick from. The plan was to meet at 7:30 in front of Scheel's, which is a flagship sporting goods store right in the center of the shopping area.
Here's a map:
Yes, I drew it myself. I think I missed my calling as an architect.
Anyhoo, Scott and I parked behind Scheel's, which is designated as "STORE" in the map, in case you were having trouble. Architecture is complicated stuff, so I don't blame you. So we park back there and Scott asks me "Are we meeting them in the front or the back-front?"
And I said "We're meeting them in the front." And then I thought "What the heck is a back-front?", but since we were on a date I didn't make fun of him out loud. You know, to save the romance.
So we get to the back door and I start to walk inside and Scott says "Why are you going in? Aren't we meeting them in the front?" And I was all "This is the back." And he was all "No, this is the front." And I was all "You crazy."
Then we walked through the store and came out the front door and out into the shopping center where we saw Mike and Molly and I am telling Scott, see here they are! In the front! And look at all these other stores! This is a shopping center! These are all the fronts! Don't you see?
And he agreed that all the other stores were fronts. But he still insisted Scheel's was the back. So I pointed at all the stores and said "What, does it go front front front back front front front?" And he was all "Yes."
And then I started to wonder how I could be married to a person who doesn't know what's a back and what's a front. I mean, come on!
But then he said something about how we should have decided to meet on the "south" side, because that would have been more clear.
Hmm. South. You know, I have no idea where that is. Opposite of North, which is....hmm.
Thank God we're married so we go most places together. Otherwise we might never find each other again.