Thursday, August 25, 2005

What we have here is a failure to communicate...

My wife occassionally goes through bouts where her iron count in her blood gets low. This invariably causes her to be extremely tired, therein making her a tad bit irritable (honest honey, we hardly notice...).

Anyway, this happened recently and she decided she should go and get some iron supplements. I tag along to keep her company. We walk in to the drug store, where an employee overhears our discussion and tries to be helpful, resulting in the following exchange:

Emp: You're looking for iron? It's here in isle 6.
Me: Did you hear that honey? It's in isle 6.
Wife: Where in isle 6? I don't see it.
Emp: It's right here; you just walked past it.

At this point, my wife turns around and heads to where the employee is indicating. Her eyes pick up what he thinks she wants and...

...Queue western street shootout music...

Wife (with nastier look than Clint Eastwood in "Hang 'Em High"): NOT THE CLOTHES IRON.

Truly, no good deed goes unpunished. The employee should be getting out of the hospital in the next few days.

4 comments:

KellBell said...

LMAO!!!

Scottland said...

Was that 5 steam bursts or 6? Were you counting punk? I lost track. Are you feeling lucky, punk?

susabellpr said...

He was a moron....trust me!

Anonymous said...

Oh my God - I would have brained him with that "iron". Too damn funny...

Bean