Last weekend, we were - unsurprisingly - at one of said stores. I was feeling a little carefree: not in a rush to get anything specific, just enjoying a lazy Saturday. So I was browsing: smelling the flowers in the garden center, trying to figure out how to work the weed remover in the garden tools aisle, using a collapsible rake as a back massager...you know.
And I found this:
All the sudden I hear, "That's a garden toy, not a bedroom toy."
I turn around. It's a complete stranger. A middle-aged man dressed in khaki board shorts and a very red Hawaiian shirt. He gave me a very brief creepy smile, but didn't break his stride. Then he disappeared around the corner.
"Did he just say that?" I asked my husband who was
"Umm...yep. Yes, he did," he said.
"That was really horrible. And totally inappropriate! And I wasn't even *being* inappropriate!! I could have been making WAY more inappropriate gestures with that seat. Aren't you going to do something? You should say something to him. I am your wife after all. What ever happened to defending my honor."
"Yeah. It was inappropriate. But I'm not in the mood to defend your honor today. Let's go check out raised garden beds."
Thanks, husband. Thanks.