I laugh and say “yes, that sounds adorable.”
Then, I see Jennifer with a grin that seems just a tad over-sized.
“God damn it! You are gonna make me wear green tights, aren’t you? No deal,” I said.
Two lawyers in the car say “nope, you made a contract. We are witnesses to it. You can’t back out.”
I’m not seeing how there could have been detrimental reliance on my gratuitous promise to perform — especially since the span between the acceptance and the repudiation was only about 30 seconds.
I need a good lawyer.
