The Absent-Minded Traveler
He accidentally grabbed mine instead of his, accidentally packed it in his suitcase, and then accidentally flew 1,839 miles to Georgia with my phone charger as his companion.
But it was just an accident. And a funny accident at that. We got a good chuckle out of it, especially considering what a habit he's making of buying new phone chargers in exotic lands like Wyoming and Arizona. I believe his current count of new cell phone chargers purchased in late night haste at 24 hour Super Walmarts is up to 3 now.
Funny, but "Please Dear...send me back my charger so I don't have to be both husbandless and phoneless for a whole week."
As he packed for his trip this week we joked about how he has learned his lesson now and will never make the mistake of packing my charger again.
And he didn't.
Instead...he packed my pants.