The backstory: There is a large Pods storage bin in my driveway. This weekend, the boy and some of his wrestling friends will load it full of our first floor furniture and things. Next week, my wood floors will be refinished. My friend M, who also lives in our town, drove by, saw the bin, and was immediately concerned.
M: Are you moving?
Me: Nope. Having floors done!
Me: Oh! So you can still bail me out if/when I go to jail?
Me: Roger that.
It’s always best to plan ahead.