Tuesday, June 22, 2010
I'm hopeless at it.
On the weekend my sister good naturedly accused me of not looking at prices at the supermarket. I don't know why, but she can pretty much say whatever she likes to me and I will not be offended. Maybe because I know there's never any malice behind her words.
My husband on the other hand loves to poke me with an invisible stick. As soon as he heard my sister's words he was finger pointing and agreeing and bringing up other similar accusations. Why? It's just what husbands do, isn't it? He plays Stern Cop very well (funny that!) and I always end up sounding like a blithering, bumbling baby. My response of self defense comes out something like this...
But I....but I....buddi...bidda...boooo!
I always think of the right thing to say later. When it's too late, dammit!!
It was funny. I was laughing. My sister was laughing. My husband, I think, was serious. Oh well.
What I was trying to respond with was that I do look at the shelf prices at the supermarket. I just never remember them. Some people can remember the price (or close to) of every item in the trolley. I have no idea! I compare prices and pick the cheapest, but what is the point of remembering the price?
Sorry, dear husband, my bad.
Posted by Thea at 9:47 AM