Hypothetically

Shelly, Olga, Marianne, and I decided to go Huckleberry picking again on Saturday.
Sadly, Josh had already planned house projects that included Shelly.
Shelly was greatly disappointed and told me that if we went anyway, not to tell her.

So, of course, we didn't.

If we would have went, however, it would have been good.
Theoretically, Olga and I would have had to rouse Marianne from her kitten covered pillow earlier than usual.
It may have taken a few minutes of desperate searching and a near miss rollover dodging a rogue pickup but we would have gotten there unharmed and harvested about a gallon each before we pooped out and headed back.
We would have made big plans for our respective hauls and parted ways.

But none of that happened thanks to Josh!