shop 'til you drop

We went on a shopping excursion on Friday.  Our first stop: Sam's Club (non-members-get-in-free-day).  The whole trip went something like this:

"How much are these gatorades per bottle?"
"About 70 cents."
"How much are these packets of propel?"  

Jesse quickly calculates on his phone.

 
"About 20 cents per packet."
"Okay. It's cheaper to add those to the 12 cent water bottles instead of buying gatorade. We need more water."

. . . and back down the aisle we went.

Or

"How much are these M&Ms per ounce?. . . okay, how many ounces are in a regular bag? . . . what a rip off, we can get them cheaper at the drugstore!"


Our next stop was to a Goodwill.

me - "Which exit is it on?"
Jesse - "Exit 64."

A few miles later... exit 64 approaches. Blinker on.
 
Jesse - "What are you doing? It's exit 62!"
"You said exit 64."
"It's exit 62."

Quickly change lanes and pass exit 64.


Me - "I could've sworn you said 64."

Jesse looks at map.

Jesse - "I mean. . . it's on exit 64."
"Oh well. We can just go to the other stores first. I think there's some off of exit 62."

. . . 6 miles later . . .

Me - "Where is this place? It should be right around here."
"I think you already passed it."
"No way! Hey, wait, look! There's the vegan restaurant we wanted to try. Let's stop here!"
"They don't look open."

. . . parked in front of the door, read sign:"Lounge For Sale."

Me - "Ah man! I'm so upset! Boo hoo. Oh well. Let's try to find that other store."

. . . 3 minutes later. . .
 
Me - "I don't think this street exists! Forget this store, let's go back and try to find Goodwill."

. . . 6 miles later . . .
 
Me - "There it is! Oh noooooo. . . are you serious?!"
"What?"
"It's a donation center only! That's okay. Let's go back to the other side of the highway and check out those other thrift stores. You can drive this time."

. . . several miles later. . .

Me - "We should be close. It's right around here. We should pass it any. . . whoops, we just passed it."
"What about this one? There's another one right there."

. . . park car, get out. . .

Me - "This is weird, how do we get in? Where's the door?"
"Oops, we already passed it."
"How embarrassing. How did we miss the door?! Let's pretend like we meant to do this, like we were just looking at all the furniture outside."
"Or we could just not take ourselves so seriously."

. . . a few minutes later . . .

Me - "Eww, this place is disgusting! There's dirt on everything!"
"They need to clean up around here. They could at least hose down the mudcaked bicycles before bringing them in."
"I wouldn't want to try on any of these clothes before buying them. So gross. Let's go the Plato's Closet instead."

. . . a few miles later. . .

Jesse - "What street were we supposed to turn onto?"
"Joyce."
"Oh man, I'm in the wrong lane."
"Why are you in the wrong lane? You've still got a few blocks to go."
"We just passed Joyce."

. . . one u-turn and a right turn later. . .

Me - "Where is it? It's here somewhere. I know it's still in business. . . uh-oh, how'd we get in Johnson? Turn around."

. . . one more u-turn later . . .

"Look in this plaza, it's probably in there."
"No, I already loo... quick, there it is, turn now! You were right. . ."

Our navigation skills aren't really that bad. We were just tired! I promise!