Yesterday, from five to seven, was Michael’s first lab of the semester. Since WVU Parking Authority stops ticketing at four, we decided that if he drove to lab he would not have to leave work as early, so that would be best.

So at five, I walked down to the PRT station and took the PRT to Engineering. Now, to get from the Engineering PRT station to where Michael parked the car, the most direct route is to walk through the Mineral Engineering building where my father works, so I thought I’d stop by my dad’s office, and say hi if he was there. He was, and we chatted for a bit, which was nice. I learned that three of my brother’s dogs are still at my parent’s house, and it looks like Cyrus will remain indefinitely. Lucky Dad.

I eventually said I should get home, and Dad says he needed to get to the gym before it closed, which settled it. There is no way I was going to be the reason Dad didn’t make it to the gym. If he wants to irritate Mom, that’s his business, but I do not want to bear the brunt of her wrath for his non-exercise.

When I reached the exit, I saw Michael standing there, and we had the following conversation:

“Hi, dear! Did you just finish? I’ve been up talking to Dad,” I said.
“I’ve been done for a little bit,” he replied. “We finished early.”
“Were you waiting long? You should have come up to Dad’s office to see if I was there.”
“Well, I thought about it, but was afraid that I’d miss you as you walked down from his office.”
“Oh, well why didn’t you just leave a note in the car so I wouldn’t leave without you?”
Silence.

No, I don’t think I’ll feel guilty about this at all.