Here's a fun game to play with your unsuspecting husband. First, have him follow you into Ann Taylor. Then insist that he walk next to you suggesting things to try on.
When he's switched his focus from reading his e-mail and blogging to finding you clothes, you wait for just the right moment. Then, when he's standing in the discount section, holding a tan blazer, walk away. You heard me, sneek off somewhere.
Just disappear.
That's when the fun begins. First, your husband will be confused. Then, within minutes, a store clerk will start eyeing him, suggesting that he is some sort of sick slimeball who likes to hang out in the petite ladies section fondling the merchandise.
Then take your time rescuing him.
Finally when you make an appearence, get annoyed at him for blogging the entire incident (real time of course).
Yeah, it's a good time.
--Ben
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