Setting: Josh Cottrell and I were staying the night at Bear Lake for an employee retreat. Ute Knowlton was nowhere to be found. With the three of us gone, Adam Thomas was holding down the fort in Logan.
A conversation with Adam via text message that began at 7:34 a.m. on a Saturday morning:
Adam: Are you guys gonna be home anytime soon or are you going straight to Salt lake?
me: We will be home by eleven probably. We will leave to Salt Lake around two. What's up?
Adam: Oh cool. I accidentally locked myself out last night. That's why I was asking.
me: So what did you do?
Adam: Oh I sat in my car all night, actually. It was not fun. I thought Ute would come home but he left for Salt Lake.
me: Are you kidding me? You seriously sat in your car?
Adam: Dude I checked every window and I didn't have Ute's number. I thought he was with his lady friend.
me: That is way funny, except it sucks.
Adam: Last night was bad.
me: I bet it was. You definitely could have called us and we could have come back. It's not that far of a drive.
Adam: I ain't that guy. Plus I legitimately thought Ute was coming back.
me: What a crappy way to spend your Friday night.
Condolences can be sent to Adam through his blog at http://www.ihopforpancakes.blogspot.com/.