So now, Mike wants to go to this Members’ Day thing at the Seashore Trolley Museum. This takes place this coming Saturday, the 15th. He doesn’t want to go all the way up to Kennebunkport by himself, he wants me to go with him. He’s trying to bribe me by saying that we could go to one of my favorite places afterwards, Federal Jack’s Brewpub, also in Kennebunkport.

Herein lies the problem: he’d been making all of these noises about going to the Ford dealer to get the oil changed on that same day. They don’t take appointments there for oil changes, you just show up and wait your turn. On Saturdays, the service department is open until noon.

I know pretty much how this particular service department works, from having gone there in the past to get the inspection sticker for the car. He’ll get there shortly after they open, and he’ll sit there all morning…they’ll probably get to him by about 11:30. And it’ll be past noon by the time he gets home.

The drive up to Kennebunkport from here takes about an hour and a half, which would have us at the trolley museum by around 2PM, if we leave right after he comes back from the oil change.

The thing is, if we’re going to Federal Jack’s, I want to get there by 3:30 so we can snag good seats at the bar, near a TV. The Red Sox/Y***** game comes on at 4PM that day. This is going to be a problem because no way is Mike going to be happy to just go to the trolley museum for an hour or so. He’ll want to drag me all over the stupid museum until it closes at five. I could bring my XM radio to listen, but there’s no guarantee that I’d be able to pick up a signal there….even now that I finally found the personal antenna whosit for it.

And if we get to Jack’s past five on a Saturday evening, the place will be packed. There will be NO seats at the bar where we can see the TVs.

I’m getting seriously pissed off just thinking about this. I am already suffering serious withdrawal from going to the minor league games. Now my own husband wants to torment me further by denying me this Red Sox/Y*****s game, just so he can look at the same stupid trolley cars he just saw two weeks ago?

Oh, but it’s MEMBERS’ DAY, he’ll argue…they’ll be bringing out other trolley cars that they don’t normally have out. Oh, yeah, now that’s so much better than watching the Sox kick Y***** ass, isn’t it?

NOT!

I will NOT stand for this abuse. The way I see it, he has three choices. The first one would be to put off the stupid oil change until next Saturday. Then we can leave the house earlier, he can get in several hours at the trolley museum, and I can get to Jack’s in time for the game. But NOOOO…he is 100% convinced that all sorts of horrible things will happen to the car if he doesn’t get the oil changed by that day.

The second option would be to drop me off in Dock Square, where the brewpub is, and go to the trolley museum by himself, and them come back and look for me at Jack’s. There’s plenty to see in Dock Square, lots of nice little shops and stuff to see. There’s a nice little stained glass shop, and another that sells nice home decor stuff, such as quoizel lighting. And of course, there’s a cool little bookstore; I could spend hours in there if I had time. Much more interesting than stupid trolley cars, at least in my opinion! And I could get over the Federal Jack’s in plenty of time for the game.

The third option is that I can stay home and he can go to see the stupid trolley cars by himself. This game is on Fox this week, and not on cable, so I could actually watch it at home.

It’s gonna be one of those three options, and no other. He can do what he wants, but I REFUSE to miss these games! I understand that causing one’s spousal unit to miss a Red Sox/Y***** game is grounds for divorce in all New England states, as well as in New York.

So there!