Being one of those troublesome husbands and having a high powered, mission seeking, on sale detective of a wife have blanketed every store within a 100 mile radius with a letter of demands beginning with a comfortable chair, TV and snacks to carry me through the hours while she hunts down just one item that both is pleasing to the eye and to her sense of what is a fair price. I will admit that when I did try to keep pace with her while anticipating when she would pivot and when she would turn saw no need to visit the health center for a few days. Every shopping excursion ended the same way by her asking me , with a grin, why I trailed behind her while entering the store but was 100 yards ahead of her when leaving?
