As we were walking out of the restaurant, his beeper went off.
My husband and I were at our favorite restaurant last week, when the furnace broke. It was so cold that I was shivering. The maitre d’ assured us the furnace would soon be repaired and offered to get our soup and it would be on the house. The soup was delicious, but it didn’t warm us much. Before I could finish the soup, it was ice cold, and I swore I saw ice floating in it. My husband said he would repair the furnace, but I wasn’t having any of it. We were celebrating our anniversary, and I didn’t want him working. He laughed and said we could probably get our meal for free if he repaired the furnace, but I didn’t want to hear it. He was an excellent HVAC technician, but I was selfish enough to want him to myself on our anniversary. I told him we could go across the street and eat greasy hamburgers, and it would be better than him repairing the restaurant’s furnace. As we were walking out of the restaurant, his beeper went off. He said it was his boss asking if he would repair the furnace in the restaurant, and he would give him the next three days off, with pay. He raised an eyebrow at me, and asked what I thought. After asking if we could go away for those three days, he said we could go away and headed into the restaurant to fix the furnace and get our free dinner. I was hoping they would give us a free dinner for ruining our anniversary dinner.