Everyone remember Mr. Magoo? The loveable, but nearsighted, Magoo would get himself into and out of all manner of trouble. Never completely knowing that his near blindness had almost had harrowing, even fatal consequences.

At last Saturday evening’s football game the Esposa had a Mr. Magoo moment. It went down like this. We show up for our scheduled 4:00 pm game and find the previous game still going on, just after halftime. We realize that we have some time to kill in order to get the good seats. So we head out to the concession stand to purchase some overpriced snacks and drinks. As we are cruising around the stadium the following conversation takes place:

Esposa: They must be expecting a big crowd tonight.

Yours Truly: Oh really? What makes you say that?

Esposa: They brought in Port-a-Potties.

Me: Where?

Her: There. Right in front of us. Are you blind?

(I look up to see this)

Me: What Port-a-Potties?

She: Duh! Behind the Men’s & Women’s signs.

Myownself: Those blue boxes? Honey those are the main electrical boxes that feed all the lights and electrical systems for Texas Stadium. Probably something like 1.21 Jiggawatts running through there.

Her: Oh. I wondered why the Port-a-Potties were locked.

Me: <Taking a picture>

Her: You’re not going to blog about this are you?

Me: Of course not.

Note: I’m clicking Publish at 09:21 CST. If I’m not heard from send help.