Shopping for My Wife
Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2013 4:45 pm
The week before Christmas I was shopping for my wife at Dillard's. She wears Women's sizes; more than half of her stuff would fit me if I were to try it on.
I was alone, looking through the racks of clothes, when the clerk approached and asked if she could help me. I told her that I was looking for stuff for my wife. She asked what in particular I was looking for, and I told her I know my wife's style and would know what I wanted when I saw it. I could see from the look on her face that she thought I was shopping for myself.
After about 30 minutes, I had found half a dozen blouses and one jacket that I bought for her for Christmas. The clerk made some small talk about how she could see what a good sense of style my wife had.
After I left, I laughed out loud. I really WAS shopping for my wife. I wasn't even looking for anything for me, and the clerk just assumed I was lying. Even better, after Christmas I told my wife about it. She got quite a good laugh.
Maybe next time. . . .
I was alone, looking through the racks of clothes, when the clerk approached and asked if she could help me. I told her that I was looking for stuff for my wife. She asked what in particular I was looking for, and I told her I know my wife's style and would know what I wanted when I saw it. I could see from the look on her face that she thought I was shopping for myself.
After about 30 minutes, I had found half a dozen blouses and one jacket that I bought for her for Christmas. The clerk made some small talk about how she could see what a good sense of style my wife had.
After I left, I laughed out loud. I really WAS shopping for my wife. I wasn't even looking for anything for me, and the clerk just assumed I was lying. Even better, after Christmas I told my wife about it. She got quite a good laugh.
Maybe next time. . . .