On Saturday morning Mel and I were out at my mom’s place for a bit, helping her with some chores.
Afterwards we headed out to get some lunch. We were driving down a busy road laden with strip malls. As I passed one plaza I noticed a larger banner hung outside one of the shops. It said BIRKENSTOCK.
“Whoa!” I yelled, and immediately moved to the right hand lane. The driveway for the plaza was coming up.
Mel immediately said “What?! What’s going on?” I pulled in the driveway and doubled back to the store.
“I just wanna check out this shoe store,” I said. Mel was yelling by the time I pulled into a parking space.
“You scared the CRAP out of me for this?!? A SHOE STORE?” I hopped out of the car and headed for the store. She followed, still yelling.
“You, you… SHOE ASSHOLE!”
Heh. Then I made her try on three pairs of shoes. Because I’m a shoe asshole.