Weiners

We spent an INORDINATE amount of time in the AT&T store yesterday. Like over two hours. We had the sweetest woman helping us - she was an older woman, and I'm ashamed to say, I wasn't happy when she greeted us when it was our turn.

That's horrible of me, right? I just assumed that anyone her age would have knowledge similar to my mother when it came to computers and wireless devices (for example, I was trying to instruct my mom regarding her new Dell laptop the other night, and I told her to click on the mouse. After 35 seconds, she asked, "Where is the button labeled "mouse"? I can't find it.").

Sigh.

Anyway, Mary was lovely, but Brenda, who was the AT&T consultant on the phone (why do the store assistants need to call the 1-800 number to have some stuff done? Why can't they do it in the store?) may have taken the short bus to work.

Wearing a helmet.

Anyway, that's not the point of the story. We were there for a really long time. So long, that we left to go register my husband as a real estate agent and came back. And she still wasn't done.

Anyway, that's not the point of the story either - the point is, that I could sense that my husband was getting antsy and I decided to distract him. I saw the exhibit for the Iphone and encouraged him to go over there and play. Above the Iphone display there was a screen that showed the different options that the Iphone has - and it looked as if it was displaying what the person at the display was actually typing. (That's a horribly written sentence, isn't it?).

I glanced over at my husband and saw that he was typing away. I looked at the screen and saw an email (which was actually fictitious but I didn't know that at the time) and it was being sent to "Anna" regarding "Mexican vacation."

So naturally, I yelled across the store and asked "Is that screen above you showing your actual email?"

Well, he hightailed it away from the Iphone faster than a dog in heat. (I can't believe that I just used a simile like that. I'm officially a Texan and my friends from NYC will no longer take my calls).

My heart broke. Was it possible?

He inched up to me at the counter and said, "You scared the shit out of me." "Why?" I asked. "I was typing "weiner" on the things to do list and I thought the whole store could see it."

And that's why I love him.