Oops

Warning: This post contains a spoiler! This post "gives away" the story of the coming week's column. So if you don't want to know what happens Wednesday, don't read below!

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Jay and I had a hot date tonight. Well, it was a "hot date" if a hot date entails the two of us holed up in Jay's office, working, while the kids watch movies at the neighbors'.

Halfway through our romantic evening of tweaking a film (Jay) and copyediting a story (me), Jay made a Panera run for dinner. (Mmmm... if you haven't tried the Frontega Chicken sandwich at Panera, you are missing out.)

When he got back to his office, carrying the white Panera bag, he didn't say, "Here you go, Sweetie!" He said, instead, something along the lines of, "Let's go. Date's over."

Huh?

The van had died on him at the intersection of 2nd/Broadway -- which is, for those of you unfamiliar with Rochester -- in the middle of everything. He had limped our silver Town & Country around the corner to the post office, where he managed to parallel park... if you can call it "parking" when your vehicle is 10 feet from the curb and roughly 2 inches from the car in front of you.

Theories abounded: Fuel filter? Fuel pump? Damn transmission again?

Nope, nope, nope.

Ready for the punchline?

We were out of gas.

I'll write the "whole story" for this week's column. :), Jen