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yesterday Lisa and I were shopping for wedding gifts (for other people – finally). Needless to say that, even though I was pretty much keeping quiet, it was quite obvious I was bored and annoyed in the fine china section of Macy’s.
Funny thing about that section, every time I go into one I always think
back to what must have been one of the first times my mother took me. “Listen to me Benjamin,” she said, “don’t touch ANYTHING, understand?” I nodded in understanding, but deep inside I remember myself thinking, “why would I want to touch this girly stuff anyway.” The same holds true today. Unless it’s a really cool gadget for the kitchen like a blender or a mixer, I pretty much don’t touch anything because my inner child still says to me, “it’s girly stuff.” Lisa went to a registry kiosk and printed up the registries for the nearest upcoming weddings we’re attending (she printed up two of the eight registries we’ll eventually be seeing). When she was done I followed her, gave opinions on towels vs. knives, trivets vs. glassware, etc… Shopping, especially in Macy’s, isn’t my idea of a good time but I at least try to make it fun. For example, while Lisa was busy talking with the bitchiest woman she’d ever met at the Bridal Registry desk (and I mean so incredibly bitchy I could even pick up on it, not just one of those subtle bitchy levels only women can pick up on their bitch-radars), I was back at the registry kiosk looking up anything under groom’s name D. Vader. Nothing. L. Skywalker? Nothing. A. Skywalker? Nothing. As I was typing in B. Fett, I looked up and there was my smiling bride. She told me that she was so angry with the woman she was just dealing with but that was all gone now that she caught me looking for ‘fictional names’ as she puts it in the registry kiosk. I giggled, I smiled, and I began to walk away. When I noticed she wasn’t beside me, I looked back and she was still at the kiosk. C. Kent, she typed in. I welled up with tears. How could I have forgotten to type in the greatest hero ever? And sure enough, my wife’s glorious hunch came through, and there before us was the registry for Clark Kent and Lois Lane. She printed it up for me, I kept it and eventually put it in my Superman shrine, and that’s about that. But she thought of it. Instead of just taking her grumpy husband out of the fine china section and eventually Macy’s, she indulged him one last time and scored a jackpot. I love her. |
