01/05/2025
I TOOK OUR OLD COUCH TO THE DUMP, BUT MY HUSBAND FREAKED OUT, YELLING, "YOU THREW AWAY THE PLAN?!"
I'd been asking my husband, Tom, for months to take our battered old couch to the dump. It was practically falling apart, but every time I brought it up, he'd say, "Tomorrow," or "Next weekend, I promise." Spoiler: "tomorrow" never came.
That Saturday, I'd finally had enough. I rented a truck, loaded that sagging, smelly couch by myself, and hauled it to the dump. I felt proud, even ordered a new couch to be delivered that afternoon.
When Tom got home and saw the new couch, he went pale. His first words weren't thanks, though. He looked at me, panicked. "You took the old couch to the dump?"
I nodded, confused. "Yes, Tom. You've been saying you'd do it for ages."
He started muttering, then yelled, "You threw away the PLAN?"
Without another word, he grabbed his keys. "Just get in the car. We have to get it back before it's too late." ⬇️