HUSBAND: I’m no gentleman...

Husband managed to terrify his co-worker/seat mate on the flight yesterday.  A few weeks ago, when he found out they had to go to Boston, he let her in on his fear of flying and all the things that could go wrong with the plane or the pilot or the weather.  A nugget here and a horrific fact there and just like that; the poor girl was absolutely petrified while they were waiting for the plane and barely took a breath until they landed. 

It didn’t help that this was his last text to her before she left to meet him at the airport.

HUSBAND:  I’m no gentleman. Only take what you can carry including yourself.  And wear comfortable shoes in case we have to run.

I should have gotten her contact info and called her and let her know he’s nuts and to laugh off and ignore most of what he says. 

Except for the point about the comfortable shoes.  

This is a picture of the "bulls" in Scotland that suddenly appeared in the field we were taking a wander in.  Sure they look docile right now but look at their eyes.  According to Husband, what they are really saying with their eyes is: Ah will cut ye! 

Anyway, they came clambering over the hill at great speed heading directly at us.  Husband heard them thundering and yelled, “BULLS! RUN!”

And then he ran.

He ran out of the field and over the style and left me standing right in the path of the bulls.  When I finally got my jaw off the ground and followed him to the safety of the other side, I let him know, in no uncertain terms, how un-chivalrous I felt he’d been.  My very succinct argument went something like this:

ME: I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU F-ING LEFT ME TO GET CHARGED BY BULLS!

His rebuttal was just as compelling.

HUSBAND:  I TOLD YOU TO RUN!

And he had.  I couldn’t argue with that.

Hopefully his co-worker has a quicker response time and is wearing comfortable shoes. What is the saying; I don’t have to outrun the Zombies.  I just have to outrun you.


The poor girl is doomed.