The Best Laid Plans...

Fortuity can be fiendish. Not always in a good way, either. Such was the case Sunday night. The Girl and I had dinner guests. It had been our plan for quite some time to have them over to make steaks (from Costco!!), because I've finally learned how to make a pretty mean steak.

At least, I can make a mean steak when higher beings don't mess with my time table. I started cooking the steaks around 6:15. The steaks should have been done at 6:31. At 6:21, we ran out of propane for the grill.

So, on a Sunday evening after 6 PM, I went out, accompanied by Lindsay, one of the daughters of our guests. Thinking that somewhere other than Home Depot had to have propane, we started.

Mars didn't.
BP didn't.
Lauer's didn't.
Shell #1 didn't.
Safeway didn't.
Giant didn't.
Shell #2 didn't.

Finally, on stop number eight, Shell #3 had propane. Granted, this was some pretty expensive propane, but it was propane nonetheless. So, Lindsay and I made our triumphant return, propane in hand, at 7:30 or so. The steaks finally got done. We finally ate. Longest steaks ever.