Several days a week, Chizz and Uncle D commute into together. It is about a 4 minute car ride to the train station and it takes about 40 minutes by train to get into the city. We often joke that they must seem like an old married couple, commuting in together, sharing the paper, sometimes wearing almost the exact same outfit (khakis - check, button down blue shirt - check, ipod - check!), wishing the other one have a good day when they part and the occasional "See you at home". We live in a suburb of San Francisco where couples of all makeups are seen and accepted. The joke is at home that their fellow commuters on their route probably think they are a gay couple.
Well someone apparently does. Chizz and Uncle D got a piece of mail addressed to them together, one singular piece. It was a political ad that we are all seeing in our mailboxes this past few weeks, addressed to C. Whineberg and Uncle D. It would have only been better if it were a "No on 8" card!
Sadly, their marriage and the commune will be breaking up soon. Uncle D. and Auntie K. found a cute little house, not far from us that they will be moving into soon. Now I just have to talk them into leaving Zabba with us. Strangely enough, Auntie K. has moments where she says it can be arranged.
P.S. NO on 8.
No comments:
Post a Comment