Going to Ulta with your husband is never a good
idea.
They
just don't understand.
They
just don't get it.
"$19.99
for hairspray? Can't you find something cheaper?"
"No.
I need this one."
I'm
typically the "buy it and don't tell," type. But we live far away
from stores big city folk take for granted. So on this particular night the
opportunity became available for me to pick up some much needed essentials. One
problem, I was on a date with my love.
Ulta
is right next door to a bike store. I thought, perfect, he can keep himself
occupied with lots of things with wheels and he won't be lurking behind me as I
look at all the awesome new products I just might need!
I
was in the hairspray isle and I heard it. "Linsey." What?! How could
he be done that quickly? I thought I at least had twenty minutes. My basket
isn't even that full yet. "Hi, babe, what happened, I thought you were
checking out the bike store?"
"Yup,
I pretty much saw what they had to offer."
"Oh."
Great,
now I found myself shopping for overpriced hair essentials with my bald (by
choice) husband.
I
was still good though, he was looking around and wasn't paying attention to the
prices below the products... yet. I was doing my best to just move it along and
not really bring up conversation about the task that was at hand. "So what
was your favorite bike over there? What were you thinking for dinner? You look
really handsome tonight!" I would of rather been self-absorbed with
all the glorious concoctions in front of me and daydream of how they
are going to make me look gorgeous, but now my priority in my present situation
had changed. Distract the husband was on the forefront of my
mind.
Then I felt something change. His patience started to get the
best of him. I'm sure his growling stomach wasn't helping the situation. He
started to notice his surroundings in greater detail. I was seeing him start to
stare at price tags. Oh goodness! Then I heard him from the next isle over,
"What!? $64.99 for a curling iron?"
I stayed quiet. I didn't point out that, in fact, it wasn't a
curling iron, and it actually was top of the line. I held back the need
to correct him for the sake of keeping my secret, a secret. I also made
sure the rest of my treasures where covering up that same curling iron waver
he had noticed, so it wasn't obvious that it was in my basket.
Now he was curious. Now he wanted to know what I was buying.
And now I knew it was time to go.
What was I going to do with him at checkout?
He's too involved, he's too curious, I made a big mistake in
taking as long as I did and letting his patience get the best of him. Now the
cat was out of the bag.
He had huge smirk on his face and he wasn't going to leave my
side without seeing exactly what I was buying and how much I was spending. When
he heard the total, he just laughed. He quietly turned around all dramatic like
and let out the biggest noiseless laugh I have ever seen.
"What
is in that stuff that you would pay $33 for jar of it, whale tusks?"
I
then unveiled to him the reality of the situation. "I've been doing this
for years honey, I've just never taken you along."
"You
can never get mad at me again for buying books."
"Deal."