The other day my 16 year old asked if would be ok to walk to the mall with a neighborhood friend.
Our family has a rule about the mall. We go for a specific purpose. We don't go to troll for boy/girl candy.
When I asked why they needed to go to the mall and what stores they were interested in visiting, my daughter's friend mentioned three stores, one of which I did not recognize.
So I said, "Ok, so I recognize two of the stores you mentioned, but I don't know that third one. They don't sell bongs and condoms there do they?"
My daughter busted out laughing and her friend looked shocked, "No, Jerri I promise! They sell wallets and purses not bongs and condoms."
Later, when I was relating this conversation to my husband he laughs and says, "Bongs and condoms? You seriously asked if the store sold bongs and condoms?"
"Well yes I did. What's so funny about that?"
"I don't know," he replied, "I guess it's just the way you say it like it's some kind of Crate and Barrel store."
Crate and Barrel?
I don't know what's funnier, my husband's little quip or the fact that he even knows what a Crate and Barrel store is. After all, he absolutely hates to shop and we don't even have a Crate and Barrel store in our state, much less our local area!
Too funny!
Thursday, July 27, 2006
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2 comments:
jerri,
are your sure tom isn't secretly shopping at crate and barrel?
we do have one on the way to portland. i think in wilsonville...
LOL!
Who knows?
Anything is possible!
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