Excuses Excuses

It's still a jungle out there, I see. My first date ever in 1988, the guy actually forgot to come and pick me up. He overslept--in the evening-- in his dorm room in Lakewood. Fast forward to the next Sunday when he came, but realized at the tollbooth that he forgot his wallet. Yes, I paid. No, we did not go out again. He was actually a nice guy, though.

--Does the wallet story ("its in my other pants") ever work?? tsk tsk