One Day at a Time

I kind of threw the clerk at a store for a loop last night. I went with the husband to pick up some new shirts for him. For those who might be confused, my husband is not necessarily typical when it comes to clothes shopping. He has good taste (when he chooses to apply it) and really doesn't need me around to help pick out clothes and styles. I even let him pick things out for me.

So I agreed to go shopping with him last night only because I had a good book (Thursday Next: First Among Sequels, and I'm really enjoying it). I just sat on the floor by the wall and read my book while H browsed.

Clerk: Must be a good book you're reading. I think this is the first time I've ever seen someone come in to read.
Me: It is a good book. And I enjoy it much more than shopping.
Clerk: Um . . . .
Me: That's probably also a first for you.
Clerk: Yep.

Mission accomplished. *sly grin*

Note: I did take part in some of my "womanly duty" and provide a small piece of advice to H regarding horizontal stripes. :-)