“To our first place together,” said Sharon Pratcher as she raised her plastic cup.
“To our first place and moving in together,” her boyfriend, Nathan Mason, replied.
The sarcasm in both of their tones was as dry as the Sahara Desert, but understandable. What was supposed to be an important step for their relationship had turned into a logistic nightmare/joke. For the first time in her adult life, Sharon was moving in with a significant other. She’d worked so hard to make sure everything had gone right. So far, everything that could’ve gone wrong had gone wrong.
“So what’s the ETA now?” Nathan asked restlessly.
“According to the latest text,” she said, “about two-and-a-half hours, at least.”
“Was that before or after the pizza guy arrived with the wrong order?”
“Slightly before,” Sharon sighed, “and the guy driving the moving truck said the weather wasn’t helping.”
“In other words, hoping for them to get here by sundown might be too optimistic?”
“Only if we’re lucky, but given our recent streak of luck this far…”