With slippery precipitation on the ground Monday, Farmer H decreed that I should not get out for my town trip. I agreed. We only had one banana left, so I asked him to stop by 10Box on the way home, and get seven bananas.
You know how that goes...
Farmer H returned home around 3:00, with a bag and a receipt. Among the contents of the bag were 10 bananas. As for the receipt:
"Huh. What's all this other stuff? Mint Oreo. Dr Pepper. Fruit Slices. Salt Water Taffy!"
"I got some snacks for my storage unit."
"Then why are you putting them on the table and not leaving them in the bag?"
"Well. I had to get out the bananas. There. I put it back."
"Not the Oreos."
"They're for here."
"You know you're going to eat those snacks at your storage unit, too."
"Maybe..."
"I'm sorry. For some reason I thought you were diabetic."
"I am. It's snacks I give out to customers."
"So I sent you to the store to buy a dollar's worth of bananas, and you spent $18?"
"Yeah."
That's what happens when you give a man instructions.
2 comments:
At least he remembered the bananas after picking up the other stuff. I have to admit though, I'd hesitate before sending him again.
River,
Depends what we run out of, and how bad I want it!
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