Clorox Wipes

     It's flu season.+ My clients tend to have poor hygiene. + I use my own car to transport clients from point A to point B. = Therefore, I decided that purchasing Clorox wipes to keep in my vehicle was not only wise, but it is necessary (afterall, I had a hyper-manic female wipe her MRSA infection all over my pen AND sunglasses before saying "Ooops....maybe I should keep these?" Um, NO....but thank you very much for making my skin crawl.).

Earlier this week:
     (Pat) Did you use your Clorox wipes yet?
     (Me) Nope, not yet. I've had an agency vehicle so far this week.
     (Pat) Rats.
     (Me....suspciously) What did you do to my wipes?
     (Pat) Nothing! Geez!

A few days later, in the car:
     (Pat) Did you use your Clorox wipes yet?
     (Me) Ok, seriously, what the heck is it with you and those wipes?
     (Pat) I'm just asking if you've used them yet!
     (Me) Yeah, 'cause it's just like you to ask multiple times if I've used WIPES lately? I know you're not THAT concerned with my car's cleanliness....
     (Pat) Oh my gosh, I was just asking!!!
    
     Huffily, I reached into the back and grabbed the wipes container, eyeing it with caution. Did he use one and then not close the lid, causing all of my wipes to dry out? Or maybe he put something gross or creepy (or both) inside to play a practical joke....
     I held the wipes away from me and slowly opened the lid. Inside was a piece of paper cut into a circle to perfectly fit the inner rim of the container. On the piece of paper, written in my husband's handwriting, were the words "I Love You".
   
     (Me) Awww! I love you, too!
     (Pat) Yeah, that's right.

And then I got the flu.