CarGuy and I went to Denvertown today. I was visiting Auntie and he wanted to see the hotel where the 2007 Cougar Nationals are going to be held. This is at the minimum an hour drive at 75 miles per hour *shudder*. But when someone is with you conversations take place rather than singing at the top of your lungs.
Me: When are the bluejeans you ordered coming in?
CG: I don't know.
Me: Are they going to call?
CG: I don't think so.
Me: Why not?
CG: I didn't give them my phone number. Or my name.
Me: Oh. So are you going to call them, then?
CG: I guess I'll just go in. The jeans are already paid for.
Me: What??!!! You gave them $90.00 for 2 pair of jeans and didn't give them your name and number? Are you nuts? How will they know it's you?
CG: Oh, the little gal who waited on me will recognize me.
Me: What if she isn't there when you go in?
CG: Didn't think of that.
Me: So you essentially gave this little gal $90 to order some jeans, didn't leave your name or phone number, got no receipt or invoice, and don't know how long it is going to take to get the jeans in? Is that it?
CG: When you put it that way.....