What Really Counts

My husband and I had dinner plans with friends on Friday, but there were a few glitches. First, we stop to get gas and our car won’t start. Good news: our car had died at a gas station. Bad news: it’s the only gas station in the tri-state area without jumper cables. Luckily a willing friend drove over and gave us a jump-start, and we head merrily on our way.

We are going to Miller’s Ale House near the mall in Langhorne, PA. Since my husband is driving, I completely ignore our surroundings and am in my happy place when we get to the Neshaminy Mall. We look and look but can’t find the ale house. We do drive by a Pizzeria Uno, but no Miller’s Ale House.

Realizing we’re lost, my husband gets on his Blackberry (remember when you needed a computer for the internet?). We discover that we had gone to the wrong mall, the ale house is near the Oxford Valley Mall five minutes up the road.

Driving there, we pass by another Pizzeria Uno. Wright says “They have a lot of Pizzeria Unos around here.” I reply, “They have dos Unos!” This marks my first – and in all likelihood last – bilingual math joke.