Cowboy and I went to the western store yesterday. It is in the city and takes about 50 minutes or so to get there. I told Cowboy to go on to the jean department and I would be there as soon as I went to the bathroom. Came out of the bathroom and couldn't find him. He was picking out a bolo tie in a different area of the store. He has about 25 of them and rarely wears them anymore. What to do?
We got the jeans picked out and tried on. It is a bit of work for him because he has to take off his boots but he did OK. Once that was done he decided to get a white shirt. We found a rack that had some nice ones and he proceeds to take off his shirt to try it on. I suggested we take it to the dressing room. He just kept taking it off and tried the other one on. It fit fine and it was time to go. I turn around and he is taking his pants down in the aisle so he can tuck his shirt back in. Too late. It was done. Sometimes I don't think things out to their conclusion, obviously.
We stopped for some coffee and a snack and then headed back home in the afternoon rush hour traffic. I long for the days when I had more control of my time. Have always found it best to do errands and such early in the day. That often can't be arranged these days.
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