The husband calls to his wife, who’s shopping at the Farmer’s Market and proceeds to tell her, no I’m not at work like I told you. I’m at the place where I proposed to you. By myself. In Mexico, not Santa Monica (so instead of work, I drove for 3+ hours). Oh, and this mariachi band is playing the song we first danced to. Surprise! I did it all without you.
AND SHE’S HAPPY. ?