Thursday, February 14, 2008
Two things that should never be purchased together
We just returned from vacation at Walt Disney World. I'll write up a detailed account of our experience soon, but first I wanted to share a short story about something that happened on the way there.
Before we drove to Orlando, we spent the night at my parents' house in Atlanta. While there, I discovered that I'd forgotten to pack any underwear for the trip. No big deal -- I figured I'd pick up some along the way. In the morning we stopped for breakfast at a Burger King just south of Gainsville. There was a Target across the street, so I went in to buy a pack of briefs. Misty's stomach was feeling upset, so I also picked up some Imodium for her. It wasn't until I got to the register that I realized how these two items must have looked together. As I walked out the door, I imagined the cashier whispering to another employee, "That poor boy done crapped his pants."
Before we drove to Orlando, we spent the night at my parents' house in Atlanta. While there, I discovered that I'd forgotten to pack any underwear for the trip. No big deal -- I figured I'd pick up some along the way. In the morning we stopped for breakfast at a Burger King just south of Gainsville. There was a Target across the street, so I went in to buy a pack of briefs. Misty's stomach was feeling upset, so I also picked up some Imodium for her. It wasn't until I got to the register that I realized how these two items must have looked together. As I walked out the door, I imagined the cashier whispering to another employee, "That poor boy done crapped his pants."