My husband, Doug, is a public school employee. Earlier this week Costco offered a “you can shop here even though you’re not a member” event to public school employees.
I like to shop at Costco once or twice a year to stock up on paper goods, so off we went. I couldn’t do the errand without him because he’s the employee with the badge.
If you’re a regular reader of this blog, you might remember that Doug had two surgeries on his right foot 2? weeks ago. He’s recovering well.
About a week ago he was given a special boot that shifts all his weight back to his heel and spares his toes, so he can clunk around. Since it’s his right foot he can’t drive, but I’m his chauffeur and he’s managing to get through the days at school. Other than that, we haven’t been getting out much.
So, there we were in Costco, our first time out together in a while, pushing our cart to load it up with toilet paper and the like.?An elderly couple was just ahead of us, also choosing TP.
Doug lowered his voice and said to me, quite sentimentally: “Oh, doesn’t that just warm your heart? It’s such a vote of confidence in the future to buy that much toilet paper.”
I’ll tag this with my favorite: Why I Still Love My Husband.