Jack Haskell's Blog

I'm not the best person to go shopping with. Especially if it's shopping for something I don't personally need. That's just the way it is and I don't think I'm that much different than anyone else. But my wife and I just purchased a great new coffeemaker, and she wanted to get a small pitcher to put cream or half 'n half in. Me, it's just two steps to the fridge, get the carton of cream or half 'n half, pour it in the coffee cup, and I am okay with that.

We looked everywhere and couldn't find what she wanted.

One day while out driving around I suggested we go to this new mall that opened up. I think we were actually shopping for something else that day. As we were walking around inside the mall - that's what most people do in a mall, just walk around like it's a Sunday stroll in the park. Hey people, go outside, get some sun, go to the beach, go to the mountains, just get out of my way! I'm here to shop!

Anyway, we were walking around and I saw a sign that said 'Kitchen Gourmet'. Now believe me, the first thing that popped into my head was coffee creamer pitcher. I don't even know why, but I said it out loud too. I figured that if any place had the creamer pitcher my wife wanted, this was it. Inside the store, rather than walking around looking for it, we asked if they had one. And they did!

There it was. A small glass pitcher with a spout on it. No handle or anything, just glass, not crystal. Just a cheap little glass pitcher. And my wife was thrilled. It was exactly what she wanted.

I'm thinking they probably want six or seven bucks for this little thing, but it's what she wanted and the hunt was over. "We'll take it".

At the register my wife gives the saleslady her debit card and we start jabbering about how nice it is that we finally found this thing. I didn't even notice the amount until after my wife had entered her pin, the pitcher was wrapped up, and we were just starting to leave. I looked at the receipt. $39.95. For a little glass pitcher that couldn't hold more than six ounces.

As my wife was heading for the door, I turned around and said, "How do you sleep at night, bitch?"

Needless to say, we don't go shopping at that store any more.

And we haven't been back to that mall either. We can't. They won't let me in.