Honeymoon

At the dawn of the new decade, a flurry of activity occurs within the household of Jimmy. It was about a day after his marriage with his childhood sweetheart Sally, and it was the first day that began with them being of one heart, one mind and one soul, or at least, that's what they were told by the magistrate who officiated their wedding just the night before.

Already things were behind schedule. Jimmy was in the middle of the flurry of activities, him not being the cause but fast turning into the scapegoat for all that was happening.

``Jimmy! Where did you put my jacket?'' Sally shouted from the bedroom.

``For the fifth time, I did not take your jacket, dear,'' Jimmy said, sighing again for the umpteenth time that morning. The two of them were supposed to be at the airport checking in their baggage for their honeymoon getaway from it all for two weeks, and yet they were still stuck at home, doing the last minute packing that was the case due to the late night festivities the night before.

Jimmy looked at his watch. If they left in the next twenty minutes, they should reach the airport in time to carry on with the original itinerary---the taxi cab was already waiting on standby outside the house, and the driver was getting a little impatient since he had been waiting for nearly fifteen minutes by now.

Jimmy had the sense of packing his luggage a few days in advance, something that seemed to be the most logical to him, and was thus sitting on the couch with his packed luggage, waiting for his new wife to finish up her packin gso that they could both go for their honeymoon at last. Except Sally was taking a long time to pack her things.

``Is my jacket out there on the couch?''

``No no no! Of course it isn't!'' Jimmy replied back in a loud voice. ``I'd tell you about it if it were there. Would you please hurry up a little; we are going to be late soon.''

``Oh? First day as a married couple and you are already calling me slow?'' Sally yelled from the bedroom once more as she struggled with zipping up her ballooning luggage bag.

``No, I am not,'' Jimmy sighed. ``Just finish packing and let's go. If you still cannot find your jacket, I'll get you one when we are there, okay?''

Sally emerged from the bedroom, her long tresses slightly untidy from the rush. She was still a sight to behold though, and Jimmy took pleasure in ogling her for a while as she tugged her luggage out of the doorway.

``Let's go!'' Sally said as she walked towards the main door.

`It's going to be an interesting start to our marriage,' Jimmy thought to himself as he followed her out.