So there I was, about to check into a hotel with my “special friend” when I spotted it – my father-in-law’s car in the parking lot. My heart stopped. I quickly made up an excuse to leave, but not before taking my anger out on those stupid side mirrors. Snap! Crack! Problem solved… or so I thought.
The next day, I smugly told my father-in-law, “Man, someone really did a number on your car mirrors yesterday!” He looked at me like I’d grown a second head. “That’s because your mother-in-law drove it to her book club!” he yelled. Suddenly, my clever plan didn’t seem so clever anymore. Whoops!
