A few weeks ago, my husband was preparing for a business trip to China; at the same time, I was in the mood for ice cream. He had just decided he wanted to get wine as a gift for some colleagues in China. I was planning on going to the grocery store to sate my desire for ice cream, and so I offerred to get him some wine as well. After a short discussion we agreed that he needed to pick the wine and wouldn't know what was best unless he was looking at the wine himself, so therefore he would go to the grocery and get me the ice cream instead.
At this point, I hadn't quite realized what a stereotypical turn this was taking (at least it was only around 10pm and not 2am).
So he goes to Larry's Market, the ritziest grocery store around. And, get this: they were out of vanilla. WTF? You don't run out of vanilla. It's what every ice cream is MADE from! That's like running out of tylenol and smokes at a drug store. OK not really, but hopefully you see my point.
So while standing in the ice cream aisle, he called me to find out my second choice. We debated the merits of a few different ice cream flavors, I settled on chocolate peanut butter, and he hung up. As I found out later, a woman was standing next to him in the ice cream aisle. After he hung up, she winked and said "Pregnant wife at home?"
Sigh. I was rather proud of myself for never having done that "I'm craving Foo, run out and get me some darling" stereotype that you read about. If I really felt like I needed something, I'd get it myself. And now this random woman thinks she knows me, dangit. I don't like feeling known by random ladies in ice cream aisles at grocery stores.
Oh yeah - and until this experience, my husband apparently didn't know that "Peanut butter cup" is not the same as "Chocolate peanut butter".
He knows the difference now.
"He knows the difference now."
You gave him a black eye right before a business trip? Not fair at all...
Posted by: dbt | August 16, 2005 at 08:30 AM