As long-time season ticket holders, my husband and I have our designated seats at Jazz games, which we’ve sat in for years. It's practically our second home by now! Last night was no different – we were settled in, enjoying the game, and at halftime, I decided I’d head to the ladies' room. Although Brian offered to accompany me, I was confident I could manage this solo adventure just fine.
I navigated my way to the restroom with no issues and was feeling pretty accomplished as I made my way back. What I didn’t know was that, after I’d left, Brian decided to step away as well. So, when I returned, I naturally aimed for the familiar sight of white hair in the crowd, convinced I’d found him sitting right where I left him.
I settled back into my seat, feeling victorious – until I glanced down to where I’d left my drink, only to find it missing. A little confused, I turned and asked, “What did you do with my drink?”
But the voice that answered wasn't Brian's. Realizing my mistake, I laughed, apologized to the surprised gentleman, and quickly got up to search for my actual seat. Let’s just say, I got my steps in that night!
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