Last weekend the Hubs and I went to Sam’s Club. As we shopped, we wandered a bit. We both ended up in the clothing section (ok, so a good portion of our wardrobe may or may not come from the Sam’s club stacks, don’t judge!)
Me: Jeff, where’s the cart?
No response. It’s loud, his hearing isn’t the best, he’s in the zone, I get it.
Me (louder, closer): Jeff, where’s the cart?
Still no response.
So I sidle up behind him and give him a little touch and a tickle on his back & side (NOT to be confused with his “backside”!!).
Me (in his ear, still tickling him): Hon, where’s the cart?
At that moment, I look up and see my Hon looking at me from across the stacks, about 6 feet away.
It is then that I realize that I have just invaded the personal space of someone that was most definitely NOT my Hon.
I madly start apologizing and explaining that “Oh! That’s (pointing) my Hon over there!” and apologizing again. Add a healthy dose of embarrassed laughter. He recovered and told me his “Hon was back there” (pointing behind us)…
Then I worried that I might really be in trouble with his Hon. So we hightailed it out of there.
My face might have recovered its natural color a mere few hours later…