Blow-Up Mattresses

If ever you need to go to Target to register for your wedding, I have one piece of sage advice:

Don't wear a Red Polo.

Mister made this crucial mistake.

It's not just the Red Polo that did him in, it's the fact that he had to be the one to hold the gun.

It's not a scanner it's a gun.

Big difference.

Apparently.

Whilst deciding on a shower curtain for our future bathroom (thanks Mister for letting me get the pretty one!) I noticed a lady walk into our aisle.  

Walk right up to Derek.  

Really close to Derek. 

 He just looked down at her.

Then she simply asked, "Do you know where the blow-up mattresses are?"

He didn't even answer.  I think he was confused. Why was she so close to him?

After a moment she said, "Oh..." And began to back away.

Still, he said nothing.  Just continued to stare at her.

"I guess you don't work here..."

And she practically ran out of the aisle.

I wanted to tell her they were located in the camping aisle...  but I couldn't stop laughing long enough to be coherent.  I'm overly helpful like that.

Poor Mister.  Thanks for taking life in stride and letting me laugh along the way.

Just another reason why I love ya.

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