Dr. BJ and I seem to have a strange sense of shared intuition. Most of this is used knowing and saying what the other is thinking, however, every now and again we have intuition about situations.
He and Disdain were purchasing a new couch and had asked if I could meet the delivery drivers should Disdain have to go to work. I agreed and about a half hour before the drivers were supposed to arrive I was returning to work (which is only minutes from Dr. BJ’s house) with some coworkers. I offered to show them where he lived should they be interested in a detour. As is the case with most people who have jobs, they were in the mood for a detour.
As we pulled up, I noticed the delivery vehicle in front of the house, but neither Dr. BJ’s or Disdain’s car. Inside the truck were three burly men waiting to carry in a couch – they had arrived early and had been waiting for some time. My coworkers decided they had detoured far too long so they dropped me off to assist the drivers. “How will you get back to the office?” they asked. “Not sure, but I’ll figure it out,” I replied. “Why don’t you ask the drivers to give you a ride back?” They suggested. “I’ll get right on that,” I replied.
Within minutes the couch was delivered, the room was redecorated, and I had sent a picture to the boys. Seconds later my phone rang – it was Dr. BJ. Apparently he had been in discussions with the furniture company and had no idea I was already there to help him out. When he phoned to tell them Disdain was on the way, they told him Mrs. Dr. BJ had already accepted the delivery. He had no idea who that might be and then realized I must have been there early.
“How did you know? It was our intuition, wasn’t it?” he asked. “Speaking of intuition, it’s kind of funny that they referred to me as Mrs. Dr. BJ. When are you going to make an honest woman out of me?” “When are you going to make a honest woman out of me?” he asked. “As soon as Tree and That’s Not Chinese have sex,” I answered and added, “Never.”