We are having dinner at our friends' house tonight. These are very good friends, and the get-together is very casual. In fact, it started with me asking if they wanted to get together this evening, and they suggested we come over to their house, eat dinner and play some cards. They're making steak, we're bringing a salad and dessert. DH went to the store this morning and got all the fixins.
About ten minutes after he walked in the door, my friend called, he answered the phone, and she asked him if he'd like to bring his mega-specialty dish. Now, DH loves to make this dish, but it requires some special ingredients.
Instead of saying, "oh, friend, I'd love to, but I just got back from the store!", he agreed to make his specialty dish. So now he's on his way back to the store.
Thing is, our friends would not have minded one bit if he had just told her the truth. I have no idea why he didn't, but I suspect he's just in need of a spinal implant.
Ah, well, I'm not complaining. At least I didn't have to go to the store!