Okay, here's a recap of our confusing experience at Walmart last week. My cart and I were finished traipsing up and down, back and forth, forth and back to the tune of an 8-mile walk. (Why the hell do they keep moving things?) I'd not seen the other half since we went our separate ways, so I retrieved my cell phone from my purse and called him for status and location. This was our conversation.......
Me: I'm ready to go. Where are you?
He: I'm done, too. I'm standing in number 12.
Me: Okay, I'll be right there.
(Push my cart from the bananas back to aisle 12)
No hubby in sight.
Gave him another jingle.
Me: Where the heck are you?
He: In 12.
Me: No, you're not. I'm standing in 12 and you're not here.
He: Yes, I am.
Me. No, you're not.
He: Well, I sure am. I'm standing right here at check-out number 12.
Me. Oh, for god sake, I'm standing by the cake mixes in aisle number 12.
He hangs up.
Me hangs up.
We go home.