Luckily, I had a recent picture of him, I laughed to myself. He wasn’t really wearing a fanny pack. He would gladly carry my ten pound purse for me if asked him to, but a fanny pack is a stretch.
At this point, I wasn’t worried. How far away could he get from me in 8 seconds….? Then I remembered his last words when I was still drooling all over Bingo. Now I had something to worry about!