Yesterday Thing 1 and I were in Target (he in his plaid shorts and me in my princess dress). Of course as soon as I put three things in my cart I realized that I had left my list in the truck. Miraculously, I remembered the bags though, so I decided to challenge my wee feeble brain and try to get my items without the list. I have decided to start doing things like crossword puzzles and memory games so that I don't completely lose my marbles. No I haven't, I just didn't want to walk back out to the truck. So we did our shopping for groceries and other necessities (like two $50 chairs for $12.25 apiece!) and started unloading our items at the checkout when I remembered that I had forgotten parchment paper for the cake that I am baking for my friend's birthday.
I said to the cashier: I forgot parchment paper, do you want me to run and get it or can you send someone?
She looked at my still full cart and my child and the line behind me and said: I'll send someone.
I thought: Good call.
As we were wrapping up, another girl came to assist and we were all looking for the person with my paper.
The cashier said to her coworker: Did you send for it?
Coworker said: Ryan should be bringing it. He'll be here soon.
I suddenly thought of Brock wandering around in the labyrinth of Target, searching for at least an hour for some mystery item called "the parchment paper" and I laughed out loud and said: You sent a man?
They both looked at me like I was a little evil, although I think the cashier was trying to withhold her amusement. She said hopefully: Maybe he bakes.
I may have snorted.*
About five seconds later "Ryan" came wandering up to the check-out with a large quantity of loose tissue paper that he obviously got from the bakery/deli area draped over his arm. About 50 sheets of something I didn't need were flapping in the breeze because they were taken from a box meant for commercial use. Ryan looked sweet, yet a bit clueless. Just as I had imagined.
I looked at the ladies and raised an eyebrow. The cashier muttered: I can't sell that. And the coworker scuttled off to correct his mistake.
Sometimes it is hard not to be right.
*My apologies to the two men that I know that do bake. I'm sure you know exactly where to find parchment paper. I'm sure you also know that you are unique and special men that represent a gross minority in your gender category. I'm guessing you two can also do all your grocery shopping in under two hours. Again, you are a rare breed of Man and I would like to acknowledge and celebrate that individuality. Cheers.