Anyway, a couple of weeks ago I went to one of those home improvement stores. Like always, I had to ask for help...
ME: So, I'm looking for a tool box. Or actually a tackle box maybe. You know, like something with small adjustable compartments for sorting, you know, little tiny things that you want organized. Um, you know?
I must have let my Girl show, because he was like:
"Hobby Lobby has bead organizers next door."
And I was like:
ME: So does this mean I can't use the forklift?
I left broken-hearted and empty-handed. (Apparently you need a license to run a forklift? WTHeck?)
As I was leaving, I was stopped at the entrance by a couple of eager boy scouts...
I couldn't say no. They were too cute.
Ok, they weren't that cute.
...but their reaction was priceless.
They were still scuffing the ground when I left the parking lot. All I can say is, I envy the scout leader who's taking them fishing. He's going to be majorly entertained.