Date Night

It was our first date night in over a month. I was not-so-secretly elated to have the night off from cooking. He threw on a nice polo and I dressed up just a little. A girl never passes up an excuse to feel pretty. He walked me to the car and opened my door. What a gentleman! As we drove down the road, the sun shined in our faces and we sat in pleasant silence. Nearing a red traffic light, we slowed to a stop. 

Being the first car in line, we had a perfect view of the Hess station across the street. A man came out to change the gas prices as we waited for the green light. With his long pole (whatever it's called) he took down the "9" from the listed price, "$3.59" and placed it in the grass. 

We looked at each other as if we were witnessing a murder. We glanced at the red light and suddenly burst out in exclamation, "Number changing man, hurry!! Change it!! We want to know!! What is it??" The glaces to and from the red light to the number changer frantically increased. "Hurry!!!" The scene was so far beyond hysterical at this point. 

The man grabbed a number off the grass. We looked at the light. Still red. With the pole, the number was lifted into the air. "Hurry!!" The light, still red. 

$3.58 

Shouts of gleeful joy bounced off the car windows as we high-five'd each other. We won. For once the price change dropped. And a moment later, the light turned green. And date night continued.

We drove past the Hess station tonight. 

$3.65

And since every post is better with a picture... Here's my furbaby! =)