On the way home, it was dark and snowing.
Just as we were driving past a shopping center, I said, "Quick! Turn in here."
What he said: "Oh, geez, you're not going to look for that stupid coffee of yours, are you?"
What I thought: "Oh, be quiet and just give me some money, wouldya?
What I said: "Well, yeah, I thought I might just take a peek. Do you have some money on you? Do you need anything while we're here?" *smiles sweetly*
He handed me a twenty.
I dashed in.
Raced to the coffee aisle.
There were seven, SEVEN, SEVEN cans of blue-label Cafe Francais.
I didn't even have a basket with me. I just scooped those suckers up.
I hurried to the checkout.
Those cans were $4.49 each!!
I threw them down on the checkout and said, "Guard those with your life. I'm going to get more money."
I raced outside and yanked the car door open.
What I said: "I need more money."
What he said: "Oh, good grief, are you kidding me?"
What I thought: "Oh, just be quiet and give me the dang money, wouldya?"
What I said: "Oh, just be quiet and give me the dang money, wouldya?"
I grabbed another twenty, raced back inside, paid for those darling little cans, and I am happy.