Whew, my kids saved me from shopping for a sarong. Kate’s text intercepted my brain waves while I strolled through Old Navy with Maggie. We had been there an hour. A sales clerk laid out four sarongs: one pink, one yellow, one blue, and the other green. The clerk gave me the pros and cons of each color but I couldn’t decide…so many decisions.
“Mom wants a new weed-eater,” Kate texted. Younger daughter, Maggie, agreed. “Let’s get it, Dad.”
I figured that Maggie and Kate were on to a great idea. I ditched the sales clerk, hopped in my SUV, and burned rubber en route to the hardware store. A guy wearing jeans and a work shirt greeted us. He walked us to a line-up of 17 weed-eaters. They were all orange. After ten minutes we settled on a Husqvarna.
My wife, Hun, likes her new tool but I have a feeling I’ll become the chief operator. On the plus side, this new Husqvarna not only whacks weeds and has more power than a Toyota Prius, but it also waxes and buffs cars…
As for my mom, I was a bit more conservative. What do you get a woman who has everything? A card with a heart-felt note did the trick.