Darla L
12-29-2019, 02:42 PM
My wife bought a really cute black and red plaid dress to wear to my Christmas party. The night of the party, it was too cool to wear it without a sweater, and she did?t have anything that looked nice enough to go with it. So, she wore something else.
Things have been real busy around here, so I didn?t get a chance to go shopping for her until Christmas Eve. The SA at LB was probably mid 30?s. I told her what I was looking for and she started showing me the different sweaters. The first couple were too ?grandma-ish?. I told the SA that, and she said, ?OK, something for a grandma that doesn?t like being a grandma.? I corrected her, and told her that she loves being a grandma, just not looking like one. So, she showed me various ones, that I critiqued the cut, or the color, or something with comments about how it would look with a particular dress, or how versatile it would be. She mentioned she would be lucky if her husband remembered she wanted a sweater, much less knew anything about her style.
We narrowed it down to 3 nice looking sweaters. I started holding them up to myself, to check out the length. The SA asked if she was the same height as me, and I explained that, no, she was shorter, but I could tell where it would fall on her, by where it fell on me. Of course that really raised an eyebrow.
I picked the one I liked, and she led me to the register. She then asked, ?Does she have a phone number for her rewards account with us?? I rattled off her number, and in a surprised tone she said my wife?s name, I said that?s her, and she said, ?It really is for your wife, isn?t it?? I just laughed and told her it really was...this time.
When my wife opened it the next morning, she told our adult daughters that it was exactly the one she had shown them that she liked, the night before.
When I got a chance to tell her about my exchange with the SA, she laughed, and said, ?She thought it was for you, didn?t she??
Things have been real busy around here, so I didn?t get a chance to go shopping for her until Christmas Eve. The SA at LB was probably mid 30?s. I told her what I was looking for and she started showing me the different sweaters. The first couple were too ?grandma-ish?. I told the SA that, and she said, ?OK, something for a grandma that doesn?t like being a grandma.? I corrected her, and told her that she loves being a grandma, just not looking like one. So, she showed me various ones, that I critiqued the cut, or the color, or something with comments about how it would look with a particular dress, or how versatile it would be. She mentioned she would be lucky if her husband remembered she wanted a sweater, much less knew anything about her style.
We narrowed it down to 3 nice looking sweaters. I started holding them up to myself, to check out the length. The SA asked if she was the same height as me, and I explained that, no, she was shorter, but I could tell where it would fall on her, by where it fell on me. Of course that really raised an eyebrow.
I picked the one I liked, and she led me to the register. She then asked, ?Does she have a phone number for her rewards account with us?? I rattled off her number, and in a surprised tone she said my wife?s name, I said that?s her, and she said, ?It really is for your wife, isn?t it?? I just laughed and told her it really was...this time.
When my wife opened it the next morning, she told our adult daughters that it was exactly the one she had shown them that she liked, the night before.
When I got a chance to tell her about my exchange with the SA, she laughed, and said, ?She thought it was for you, didn?t she??