Sometimes, however, Eric will ask me to take care of something for him. It's usually time sensitive and needs to get done before he's back home or some such thing.
As I said, Eric travels a lot and much of it is international. Over a month ago, he realized his passport was about to expire. He filled out the renewal paperwork and was about to take it to the post office when I jumped in and offered to do it for him. Since then, he's been watching for the new one, with a big trip planned the day after it's expiration date.
Today, almost a month after my offer, I reached between the seat and center console of my car because my lipstick fell when I was precariously attempting to drive and apply at the same time. My fingers hunted around and pulled up, not the lipstick, but the envelope that I was supposed to mail. I was horrified.
When Eric called to let me know he was on his way home, I asked, "Remember when I told you I'd mail your passport application? What would happen if, say, I forgot to do that?"
Stone cold, Eric replied, "You better lie to me if that package didn't get mailed."