T. and George

My dad picked me up from the site of George's latest breakdown on Saturday night, and took me back to my parents house. When we arrived, my mom, T. and his girlfriend were just finishing eating supper, and sat with Dad and I while we ate.

T. proceeded to inform me that he thought that I should stop going out when he'd turned down my invitation to join me.

I asked why, and he laughingly pointed out that both of the last two weekends, when he'd been unable to join me at an event I'd invited him to, George had broken down and stranded me, requiring a rescue from both a tow truck and my dad!

Then he grinned at me with the dimples that have gotten him out of trouble ever since he was a baby, and really, what was there left to do but crack up right along with him?