Last night I needed a couple of things from the drug store and recruited Bill to go along.
This is a good thing and a bad thing.
It's good because he's great company and keeps me entertained — even if it's only for a quick trip to the store.
It's bad because what should have been a 5-minute trip down two aisles and out, turned into an unsuccessful "hunting" trip.
Why? Because we just can't act right — even after 10 years of marriage.
I needed conditioner and mascara. We started in front of the Biolage products where I began expounding on the virtues of Biolage's Smoothing Conditioner.
Seriously people, if you have have frizzy, unruly hair, go right now (I'll wait) and buy yourself some Biolage Smoothing Shampoo and Conditioner. You'll thank me for it.
While I was claiming that I'd have to shave my head if they ever stopped making Smoothing Conditioner, Bill was kicking my shoe and glancing repeatedly over my shoulder. Finally I realized he wasn't trying to get me to shut up, instead he was trying to direct my attention to the next aisle.
And what did I see? A fem-mullet of colossal proportions.
Bill was completely entranced.
I tried to get him to help me pick out a mascara, but he couldn't take his eyes off the Kentucky waterfall. In desperation, I decided to just believe Drew Barrymore and selected the mascara promising bold lashes.
But we weren't done.
No. Bill was insistent that we capture of photo of this hockey hair in the wild. So we started stalking this poor woman around the store. At one point, I studied the Chia Pet display while Bill faked a phone conversation so he could take a picture with his Blackberry.
I was finding it harder and harder to maintain a normal composure and we were running out of things to "shop" for so we gave up and headed to the cash register.
And guess who walked up behind us?
I heard Bill's Blackberry's camera snap a picture as I was signing the debit receipt.
As we walked out of the door, I asked him half giggling, "Did you get it?"
Bill looked down at the screen and frowned, "Naw, I just got a picture of a bunch of candy."
I bet this is how Big Foot hunters feel.