When it comes to heading out to the east end of the city, I usually save those trips for weekday mornings after I’m done work. Less traffic and less people in the stores works just fine for an impatient guy like me. Yesterday was an exception.
My wife wanted to do some running around to grab a few things. Some items were for our trip coming up next Monday and some things were for the house. When she said she wanted to some “running around,” she meant it.
We started off in the north end at Walmart. When we were done there, she said she wanted to head out east and make a few stops, including Costco. “Really?” I asked. “Costco? At noon? On a Sunday?” When we got there the parking lot was full, but I managed to find a spot a fair jaunt from the front door. We didn’t really know what we were looking for, but we grabbed a cart and started our journey like a couple of desert nomads, roaming mindlessly through the huge expanse that is Costco. I ran into about 10 people I knew. My wife finally asked, “do you know everyone here?” Hey, this wasn’t my idea.
After making one more stop out east, my wife decided we should head out south to Grasslands. Really? Aren’t we done yet? After an unproductive trip out south she decided she’d had enough and we made our way back home, which was fine with me.
Next time my wife says she has some running around to do, I think I’ll need clarification on what exactly she means by “running around.” Then I can better decide if I want to be a part of that equation or not!