Outted

Yes, I was outted. Not in the sexual preference sense. Joe found the sewing machine in my trunk.

Sundays are typically the day Joe brings our trash and recyclables to the dump station, and it is generally his car that is used. But today, we had decided that we would visit a car dealership and head to New Paltz, to sell some books after the dump. Since the garbage was already loaded in his car and the books were loaded in mine, Joe decided to transfer the garbage to my trunk, reasoning that we could leave for New Paltz directly from the dump.

I panicked, but before I could protest this insane idea of his, he had popped my trunk. Even though I was a few feet away, I could see it: the look on his face. I could hear it: the wheels in his brain turning..."What the...?". As he tilted his head from side to side in disbelief, I started laughing. Joe peered further in the trunk (checking for a body?), and proclaimed, "It's a good thing that you've only recently started driving, otherwise, you would have needed a box van by now".

And to think, I was worried about his reaction!