“Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet.”
~ Roger Miller
We’re at the mall in the late afternoon and I’m cranky at having to be there at this time of day. We tend to what needs tending to and decide, since we’re there anyway, to take a walk through the mall to appease my nagging Fitbit.
We come upon a sale on bedding and, since we had just talked about needing new bedding that morning, stop to browse. I haven’t yet settled in my mind what I want (quilt, duvet, or comforter?) but half-price down duvets are worth stopping for.
We look at a shelf of duvets and try unsuccessfully to reconcile the regular price on the sale sign with what is marked on the duvet itself. I’m ready to give up and leave, and likely remain in a quandary about what direction I want to go in with the bedding for months.
Not my husband.
He scouts out a sales person and asks for help sorting it out. The sales person is just as confused as we are. She takes the duvet in question to her station and, while we wait, calls someone to get clarification, They go back and forth for a couple of minutes while I think about the time, and what I’m going to make for a quick dinner given that we are going out for the evening. Finally she hangs up the phone.
“The sign is wrong,” she tells us. “He said to give it to you for the sale price marked.”
Suddenly, dinner doesn’t seem that important. The duvet is regularly priced at $500 and the incorrectly marked sale price is $99.
Done. Decision made. We bring home a new king sized down duvet.
As I cook dinner, visions of duvet covers flit through my mind. Maybe I’ll take Gerry shopping with me for that too. Likely not.
Later, we go out to the theatre and leave at intermission because we find the play disturbing. Can’t have everything