He said if he didn’t wear them he’d lose them. I razzed him a little.
We parted company in the parking lot and headed to our cars. There was a glove on the ground just behind the rear bumper of my Forester. Someone must have dropped it there.
Brent was right. If you don’t wear them you lose them.
It wasn’t until I got home, opened the door and looked at the seat next to me that I realized that was my glove on the ground in Hartford! The gloves had been on the seat for weeks, but didn’t try to escape until I was mean to ‘glove-manity.’
I pulled into the parking lot today and looked to see if the glove was still there. Of course. It was right where I’d left it last night.
The way I figure it the glove let me go with a warning.