How often do you ask for a box at a restaurant, only to leave it on the table at the restaurant or in the back seat of the car when you get home? Last night I stayed up late making chicken salad for a pitch-in at work. After work, I took home the leftover chicken salad for my husband, only to leave it in the car. I didn’t remember it until after I had cut the grass, made dinner, and loaded some new songs onto my iPod. Darn.
Ha I do that all the time. Lindsay told me about a restaurant in Texas where they only have valet parking, and if you have leftovers, they wrap them up and then put them in your car for you. How sweet is that? I guess you still have to remember to take them in the house though;)