Yesterday my wife saw a piece of furniture down in Carmel. Because she liked it she began dropping subtle (and occasionally less so) hints that maybe we could drive down and take a look at it next weekend unless they sold it which would be terrible because it's really cute and i think it would go great at the foot of the bed because we need something there…
you get the idea.
Not really wanting to blow a beautiful day by staying inside, i proposed that we just drive down there today and get it.
(i should note that this was partly in response to the fact that i bought a new hard-drive Friday to swap out my old 8GB. i now have 15 times more space than that, not counting the not as old 30GB drive that's about half full, but i digress)
Since it's Carmel and it's the weekend, and we get there 30 minutes before closing time, i drop her off in front and go find a spot. i luck out and find one on the street half a block away.
i get in the shop and suddenly every single woman in there looks at me like i'm some sort of saint. None of them can believe that i'd do something like that nor can they wait to tell their husbands.
i'm expecting hordes of angry men in golf pants to track me down and kill me with five irons. Granted, outrunning the golf carts won't be that hard…
