I love my husband, I really do, but ....
Sometimes I wonder if he's all there. He loves car shows; me, not so much. I usually drive my truck so I can go home when I want.
Now. This is the first show we've had a vehicle in. The '55 Ford is finished and he wanted to show it. Ok. Good idea.
The bad part? He, unlike usual, made absolutely no plans for comfort. I suggested bringing chairs, cleaning kit and a cooler. He blew it off. So, he's still at the show, I'm home. I've had tea, a sandwich, salad and ice cream. He's got nothing, not even a place to sit. (Not allowed to sit in show car, insurance or something) I offered to get him a chair, cooler and Hardee's. He didn't want it. I think he got a hotdog from a vendor. I know he had a soda. I got it.
Now, why the heck did a man who carefully plans the weekly trip to the grocery store not plan an all day excursion to a car show?