Sophia walks for her exercise. Two weeks ago, Sophia invited me to go walking with her. What I didn’t know was that we were going to be walking for two and a half hours, all the way from Redondo Beach to LAX.
After our journey through the South Bay, I was exhausted. As a favor to me, Sophia said we should sit down and have some ice cream.
"What now?" I asked, after finishing my pistachio ice cream cone.
"We walk home."
We ended up taking a taxi home. It cost me thirty dollars.
On Sunday, Sophia invited me to go walking again.
"No way!" I said for the second time in two weeks.
"You’re sitting too much on your butt blogging. It’s time for you to get out."
I knew she was right.
"OK, I have a plan." I said. "We’ll drive both our cars to LAX. We’ll leave my car there, and you’ll drive us back in your car. We’ll take our long walk from Redondo Beach to LAX. We’ll relax and have some ice cream, and then my car will be right there at LAX to take us back home again!"
"An excellent plan. Let’s do it."
I drove over to Sophia’s place. We took our two and a half hour walk to LAX. I was exhausted, as usual. We had our ice cream. After our break, we walked to my car. I bragged about my cleverness.
"Now all we have to do is drive back home. I don’t know where you’re ever going to find another husband who’s as smart as I am."
Then I realized something. We still a little problem. I had left my keys back in the glove compartment of Sophia’s car.