Post #158355 by TikiGardener on Thu, May 12, 2005 11:28 AM

This reminds me of what I used to see when I owned a record store. I'd see a couple walk by, and the husband would look in the door longingly, and not missing a stride, the wife would grab the arm of the husband and drag him off down the street.

Or worse they would come in, and after about 5 minutes the wife would begin to bitch and moan about how bored she was.

My wife would watch this with me, and be astounded. Not that shes into record collecting. But when we go out, and I see a record store, we usually just agree that I'll be in the shop, she knows where to find me, and she will go off looking for a store that suits her fancy.

Works like a charm for both of us. But I am glad that she loves thrift shops and antique malls. I know what she collects, and love to find stuff to tell her about. And she knows what I like, and does the same.

And she understands Tiki. Ain't she sumthin?

[ Edited by: TikiGardener on 2005-05-12 11:30 ]