My husband Steven and I were headed to the diner to meet a friend for lunch. Pulling into the parking lot I reached over to grab my mask.
Steven sighed as he tapped his front shirt pocket. “I forgot my mask. Do you have an extra one?”
I pulled into a space and turned off the car. “I’m not sure.” I lifted the lid on the center console moving things around. “Nope, none in here.” I closed the lid. I reached behind me and grabbed my purse off the back seat. Placing it on my lap I began going through it. I pulled out several tissues. “How about you hold these to your face?”
Steven grimaced and shook his head no. “I don’t think so.”
I sighed. “Well, let’s get creative. The CDC said you could use just about anything to make a mask.” I scanned around the car. Not seeing anything I looked back at Steven. “What if you pulled your shirt up over your mouth?”
Steven tilted his head to the side and didn’t look impressed. “Really?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Well, you really only need to wear one until we get to the table.”
Steven opened the glove box. I reached over him and pulled out some Burger King napkins holding them up to him and smiling.
“Aren’t they the same as your tissue idea?”
“Fine.” I tossed them back in the glove box and closed the door. “What if I go in and ask them for a table close to the door. I’ll tell them you promise to hold your breath until you reach the table?”
Steven just shook his head. “We only live three minutes down the road. What about going home, getting my mask and coming back?”
“That’s no fun!” I scanned around the car again. “I know! I have a jacket in the trunk! We can wrap that around your head!”
Steven stared at me for a moment before reaching over and turning the key in the ignition. “Let’s head back to the house.”
“Ahh..I was feeling like I was using my MacGyver skills for mask making!” I put the car in reverse. “I was just getting ready to suggest using one of your socks.”
Steven shook his head. “You’re MacGyver mask skills aren’t very good.”
“Hey!” I was feeling a little insulted as we pulled out of the parking lot. “It’s not like I had a lot to work with in here!” I waved my hand around the car. “Besides it’s really my MacGyver skills using leftovers and making it into a delicious dinner. That’s where I really shine!”
“You do come up with some interesting dishes.”
I couldn’t help but smile. “Oh, that reminds me. Whatever leftovers we have from the diner today I’m planning on putting in a casserole tonight.” I looked over at him. “So let’s order accordingly okay?”
Steven shook his head. “Not going to happen.”
Oh, man…” I sighed again. “Now I have to go to the grocery store later.”
Slice of Life 