So after our car broke down .7 miles from our destination in Hoboken, NJ…
After a man named Pedro towed our car to beautiful Bloomfield, NJ…
After we realized our car broke down .1 miles from the Pilsener Haus Biergarten…
After we schlepped all of our belongings to aforementioned beer paradise and camped out like Occupy Hoboken for the full day…
After drinking beers that I think were called the Gwen Stefanis…
After Adam dancing in the corner with said large pile of belongings…
We were walking to our amazing host’s apartment. Danny, our host, was stuck carrying Adam’s suit bag which had a strange and obtrusive weight at the bottom of it, which made it odd to carry.
Danny: What do you have in this thing?
Adam: My shoes. Oh and my reversible belt.
Amanda (in horror): You have reversible belt?!?
Adam: Well, yea it is like having TWO belts. I actually have TWO reversible belts and they are both in there.
I.. umm… but… who needs TWO reversible belts?!
How many reversible belts does a grown man need? My vote is zero.
If I ruled the world I would make a mandatory measurement scale for bumps in the road and the designated number would have to be posted on the bump sign.