When I stopped by Pony House on Thursday to pick up The Pony's house payment check, he came out the back door bearing a paper plate and his checkbook. I assumed he had brought himself a snack to tide him over during the transaction. I sometimes grow a bit long-winded, not having him as a captive audience under my roof any more.
"Here. Would you like a crab rangoon?"
"No, that's okay. Go ahead."
"Actually, I brought it for you, with plans to use the empty plate for something to lay my scratchers on while I scratch them."
"Oh! Well. In that case, I DO love a good crab rangoon."
"It's not from the best place, but the other one here in town."
I took a bite of the crab rangoon. Mmm. It was crispy, and warm. How nice of The Pony to save a crab rangoon and heat it up for me! Such a thoughtful fellow.
After getting the check, and The Pony uncovering a $100 winner on a $5 ticket, he grew antsy.
"I know, I know. You're bored already. I told you I had to leave by 3:00, to get to the credit union and bank on time. I still have 8 minutes! What is so important that you have to leave right now?"
"Well, I'd like to finish eating my food."
"What do you mean?"
"My Chinese food I had delivered right before you got here."
"I told you yesterday I'd be leaving home at 2:00. And I sent you a text when I left the driveway. You know it takes me 20 minutes to get here."
"When I hadn't heard from you by 1:45, I ordered Chinese. It got here right before you showed up."
"Oh. Well. Go ahead then! I'd hate to keep you from your Chinese."
Seriously. That's what happens when you ASSUME! I mistakenly assumed that The Pony had eaten Chinese the night before, and had warmed up a crab rangoon for me from the leftovers. I had no idea that he'd order Chinese delivered moments before I was due to arrive.
At least I got a nice hot crab rangoon out of my visit.