While shopping at the mall, my husband and I became separated.
I went out to the car, but realized I didn’t have the keys.
I went back into the store where we’d been to look for him.
The woman in charge of the carts smiled knowingly.
“Finished before your husband I see,” she said.
“Well, I have three men waiting over there on the bench… take one.
It should all work out even at the end of the day.”