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Larry agreed to go to Target with me this evening to look for a birthday present for Brian. He was doing his typically male thing of backing into a parking space instead of going into it the normal way (he likes to show off, because I am too spatially-challenged to ever be able to back into anything)...anyway, he was busy impressing me with his driving skills when I noticed that a woman in a van right behind ours was mouthing some words at us, and the intent of these words did not seem particularly friendly. Maybe because she had been aiming for that same parking spot. I was fretting over the possibility of an embarrassing altercation in the store; but Larry wasn't worried - he had a plan. "Don't worry," he told me. "If she starts yelling at us, we can pretend we don't speak English."
I just wanted to buy some stupid Lego thing, not audition for the Theatre of the Absurd, you know? Next time, I'm going to Target by myself. And parking the way one is supposed to park. The non-confrontational way.
Anyway, after much discussion and back-and-forth (in English), Larry and I agreed on which Lego kit to purchase. When we got home, I proudly showed it to David for his approval. And he informed me that Brian already owns that particular set.
At least I know what my kid likes, right?