When I was in high school, I would take girls to the local Stop & Shop on a first date.
When I told this to my wife, she asked what I would do on these dates.
A reasonable question, but I didn’t have much of an answer.
It was never anything terribly special.
We would walk the aisles, fill a shopping cart with the most incongruous items, debate the best apple of the bushel, write on the fogged glass in the frozen foods aisle, hide eggs in random places around the store, reorganize the cereal aisle and buy a meal that could be eaten in the parking lot.
I know. It sounds kind of ridiculous, but on the half a dozen occasions that I employed this strategy, it worked well.
“I just took girls around the store and made them laugh,” I told Elysha.
“So you took your show on the road,” she said.
Exactly. I took my show on the road.
And surprisingly the dates were always a lot of fun.
Then my wife said one of the nicest things that she has ever said to me.
“I’m not surprised,” she said. “You have a lot of play.”
I can die a happy man.
I don’t plan on dying, but theoretically.
