Slices of Life: Losing every other at the house improvement shop

My husband and I needed to improve the house, save the final weekend, for one object—just one.

We started together, but we discovered ourselves involuntarily separated after a cursory period.

We had been looking for lye. I make cleaning soap, and also, you can not make cleaning soap without lye. Usually, I order my lye online. However, I was in a pinch and wanted some ASAP. Sometimes, you can find it at domestic improvement and hardware shops. I had my arms crossed.

When we could not locate the lye after five minutes of looking, my husband set out to find someone to help us.

When purchasing, my husband is excellent about asking for guidelines. I am now not. I could burn myself with lye before admitting my failure to find anything item it’s far from what I am attempting to find.

I do not need to waste the time of shop employees. They have jobs to do, like stocking cabinets and assisting different clients.

My husband has no trouble inconveniencing keep personnel if it shortens his time spent in the state save.

So he went to search for an employee in an orange vest. I accompanied him first; however, when the worker became engaged with another purchaser, I behaved like a squirrel and took my nuts somewhere else.

Five seconds later, I located the lye — no lie. I went again to the aisle where my husband anticipated records from the home improvement keep expert. It turned into empty.

I walked up the principal aisle and scanned each secondary aisle. No husband to be located.

So I referred to like him on my cellular telephone. No answer. Really?

I referred to liking him once more. Then I texted. In the meantime, I observed three or four other objects we needed that were now not on our listing. It serves him right.

I was preparing to call him again when my cell phone rang. He was in the lawn segment—I suppose the housing development employee concept. He stated he was looking for the lime. Gardening? In the middle of winter? We’re just planting our tomatoes in February like all of the other Minnesotans!

We met up within the predominant aisle and determined we needed a couple of -by means of-fours — because we had been at the home development save and all. We located the display; however, there are no forums. He got down to find a few. I was given bored, waiting, and went to look at myself.

We were lost once more.

This time, my phone rang. “Where are you?” he asked.

“By the 2-by means of-4 display.”

“Be proper there.”

He took his time, and I began looking (once more) for any errant wooden boards. I changed into aisle 32 when my smartphone rang.

“Sorry,” I stated. “I was given waylaid.”

We might be at the store for a whole hour when we meet for the final time. My husband hasn’t been in a shop for an hour due to the fact 1992.

We went in for one item, left with seven, and controlled to lose each other three times—all within the span of 60 minutes.

Hey, it is a big shop. You’ve got to give us that.