[via text while stuck in traffic]
me: I hate 95 traffic! Screw this, I'm not going towards DC tomorrow.
Justin: Yeah, can you tell that to D please.
me: Tell your boy he has to metro it up early if he wants to go tomorrow.
Justin: I'm not telling him anything. I'm hoping he does get stuck in traffic so I can laugh at him an say “I told you so.”
me: You're such a good boyfriend.