I have a funny story to tell you (and I have permission to share). And it started off with me sending my husband to the store with a list.
Actually, he was going to town for another reason, and I thought it would save me a trip. I was wrong.
The list looked something like this:
- orange juice, zest
- sea salt
- flax seed, ground
- sweet onion
Now, to be fair, I sent Boss Man to a store I’ve never been in. I left the orange listed as juice, zest, because I didn’t know if they would have oranges on the shelf. (Remember, we’re in North Dakota and it’s December…fresh fruits aren’t always available this time of year. And definitely aren’t local.)
I called him when he was done with his appointment and just on the way to the store. I asked if he would bring some bottled water. He said he would, and would cover the list. I said to call with any questions…and heard nothing.
I was so hopeful when he arrived awhile later, complete with several bags full of groceries. And then I started looking at what was in the bags.
Two LARGE containers of orange juice. Check!
Two loaves of bread.
6 pack of water. Check! (I’ll get back to this in a minute.)
Enormous container of sea salt. Check! (Overkill, but probably only size available. No big deal, almost out of regular salt anyway.)
Nature’s Seasonings. Hmmm…what? Oh dear. Season-all is NOT the same as all-spice. (For those that don’t know the difference, all-spice would be used in something like pumpkin pie. Imagine the taste of pumpkin pie if you used Mrs. Dash or something similar? See the problem?)
Oh well, I’ll be going in this afternoon to get the rest of what I need. It really wasn’t that big of a deal, but if he had questions, I just wished he would have called. Or asked a clerk.
I told him that he wouldn’t have been as understanding if he had sent me to the parts counter for an oil filter for his combine, and I returned with an air filter. Sometimes close isn’t close enough. 😉
And the water? Well, later on, after doing my exercise routine, I went to get a great big drink of nice spring water in a bottle. As I opened the bottle, the water exploded all over me. Can you guess what it was? That’s right. Sparkling water. Which in my opinion kind of tastes like salt. But I love him, because he thought it was a better kind of water. (But I did make him taste it.)
Lesson learned: Even after 10 years, I still have hope.