This morning, my husband dropped me off in front of my office and right before I opened the door to the car, I give him a quick kiss as is the morning routine. After we do this, I usually automatically peek around to see if anyone walking outside happened to see; maybe its modesty or maybe its residual from my teenage years.
I reached into the back seat to grab my bag and noticed another couple in a car behind us, a guy getting dropped off by his woman… Except instead of a quick morning kiss, they were full-on making out – hands on faces and everything. Nine in the morning. I could almost see the slobber dripping off their faces.
“Quick, look back there – they’re full-on making out!”
“They really are.”
“I guess we’ve been married a while, huh.”