I'd love to be snarky about this, but honestly, I can totally see it
happening: you're boarding a train at a busy station, eager to get away
from the in-laws after being threatened with never having sex again if
you don't go this year without complaining, and you've got the luggage
and the tickets, and hello, is there a bar car on this train? and the
baby in the stroller, and people are getting on are we going to miss
the train? Did you get the bag with all the baby's stuff in it? Okay,
I'll get the heavy one and you get that stupid box with the crystal in
it that your Uncle Ed insisted on giving us NOW instead of, you know,
shipping it, and there's all our bags, count them one, two, three,
four, and the box-with-the-crystal, and the baby's bag, and the—OH
SHIT! You got the baby, didn't you? I thought you had the baby! You
thought I had the baby??! WHERE'S THE BABY???!
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