I was at an Ikea this last weekend, wandering around the show room, when I absentmindedly ran into a young guy doing the same thing.
I apologized to him, explaining that I'd I'd been mesmerized by the massive quantity of things and had somehow wandered away from my wife. With my mind preoccupied, I guess I hadn't really been looking where I was going.
He laughed, and explained that he'd lost his wife too. I offered to help him look for his wife if he'd help me look for mine.
The young guy starts telling me what his wife looks like. "Well, she is 24, tall, with blond hair, blue eyes, long legs, wears a 34DD on days she wears a bra, and is in Daisy Dukes and a white tee today. What about yours?"
I told him "It doesn't matter. Let's look for yours."
I apologized to him, explaining that I'd I'd been mesmerized by the massive quantity of things and had somehow wandered away from my wife. With my mind preoccupied, I guess I hadn't really been looking where I was going.
He laughed, and explained that he'd lost his wife too. I offered to help him look for his wife if he'd help me look for mine.
The young guy starts telling me what his wife looks like. "Well, she is 24, tall, with blond hair, blue eyes, long legs, wears a 34DD on days she wears a bra, and is in Daisy Dukes and a white tee today. What about yours?"
I told him "It doesn't matter. Let's look for yours."