"Oh! I meant to get gas today."
"Yeah, looks like you need it."
"How low am I?"
"About and 1/8th of a tank."
"We can make it. I can wait until tomorrow."
"Ok. Sounds like a plan."
*pause* "No. Despite it being a beautiful, sunny day, this would be the day for the apocalypse. I can't have an apocalypse with only an 1/8th of a tank of gas."
"You have a point."
"Yeah. If I have a full tank of gas, the apocalypse won't come. You might say that by us stopping to get gas, I'm preventing the apocalypse."
*Long pause from Jeff* "Maybe we should wait then."
*LOL* "I love you, honey."
"I love you, too."
Ten minutes later, we pull into Costco. The lines to get gas are long. We look at each other and then shake our heads.
"Right," I say, "Gas later. Apocalypse now."