John’s Party Supply Fiasco

John’s Party Supply Fiasco

Hi everyone, I'm John. Let me tell you about the time my wife sent me to buy party supplies. Spoiler alert: it didn’t go as planned.
So, Lisa gave me a list as long as my arm: streamers, balloons, confetti – you name it. 'No problem,' I thought. 'I got this.' Off I went, full of confidence, list in hand.
But then, as fate would have it, I bumped into some old friends. 'Hey John!' they called out. 'Join us for a quick coffee!' Now, a quick coffee never hurt anyone, right? Besides, it was just going to be a few minutes.
An hour and a half later, we were still at the café, laughing and reminiscing. Time flew by faster than a kid on a sugar rush. Suddenly, I glanced at my watch and nearly spat out my coffee. 'Oh no, the party supplies!
I bolted out of the café like a man on a mission. I raced to the store, hoping to grab everything in record time. But of course, by then, most of the good stuff was gone. No more themed balloons, no more fancy decorations – I was left with plain white napkins and a sad little pack of generic streamers.
I rushed back home, panting and sweaty, holding my meager haul. Lisa was at the door, arms crossed, tapping her foot. 'John, where have you been?' she demanded.
I sheepishly handed over the supplies and tried to explain. 'Well, you see, I ran into the guys and… uh… had a quick coffee. Or, not so quick, actually.'
Lisa just sighed and shook her head. 'Only you, John. Only you.' Despite my mishap, we managed to throw a pretty decent party. And hey, now we have a funny story to tell. So, lesson learned: when sent on an errand by your wife, maybe skip the café detour.