Saturday, August 23, 2008

Oops at Old Navy

This morning my sister-in-law, Leah reminded us of a BIG SALE going on today only at Old Navy. Basically, it amounted to all of their denim (i.e. jeans) being on sale for $12 a pair. That's a nice deal since I love their jeans and they normally run $30.

The place was a mad house. It opened at 10:00 a.m. and we managed to mosey on it at around 11:00 a.m. to find a line going all around the store to check out. As I opened the door for my family to go in, I let a whole host of other people in because that's just how I roll. It must have been a LOT of people that I let in the doors after my family because I put my hand on my wife's back and said, "This place is a mad house."

The only problem with this story is that it wasn't my wife's back. In fact, she didn't even look anything at all like my wife. She was just wearing the same color of shirt--white. She looked over at me and said, "Ex-CUSE me!" It was just one of those horrible moments that I don't like to think about and yet here I am blogging about it.

NOTE: At least one of the comments so far is for mature audiences only--but still quite funny.

12 comments:

Unknown said...

A friend of mine was lying on the couch, watching a football game on TV when his wife walked up beside him to place a bowl of potato chips on the coffee table. Without taking his eyes off the game, he placed his hand on her leg near her calf and slowly slid it upwards. When he crossed that magic line that separated the upper thigh from va-jay-jayland, his mother-in-law let out an ear-piercing scream, which caused him to look up and realize that it wasn’t his wife standing next to him, but her mother, and he almost had a handful of the taboo promised land. This caused him to let out an equally loud and high pitched scream that brought his wife running from the kitchen. Apparently, mother and daughter were the same size and weight, and wore almost identical jeans that day. A rapid fire exchange in Spanish, a language that my friend had not mastered at that time, reduced his wife to tears of laughter, and brought a smile to his mother-in-law’s face, too. He never did learn what they said to one another.

Always, always, watch where you’re touching!

Rebekah said...

ROFLOL- heeheee. I hate moments like those

J.P. Butterfield said...

"Va-jay-jayland?" My, that's a mighty intriguing slang term... I'll never think of Jay Jay the Jet Plane quite the same again...

Big Doofus (Roger) said...

Yes, Arby has certainly taken my blog to a new level. Sheesh. :)

Unknown said...

Nice.

My Thoughts Exactly said...

D and I are reading this together and having a nice big laugh (at your expense)! That is awesome!

Mighty Morphin' Mama said...

Yikes! Poor Arby's friend. and you too, but thanks for letting us laugh at your story:)

Randy Spradlin said...

Not to worry Rog, I'm sure some dude had his hand on "your" wife's back too! Too funny.

scott said...

If only I had a nickel for every anonymous stranger I've groped at Old Navy.

Mr. E said...

Hey, Hey, keep the hands off the other ladies! The same thing has happened to me at least once. How funny!

Wani said...

I'm cracking up!! Nate's wondering whats so funny. Arby's comment was way funnier than the original post... I have a story to go along with it but I know I'd butcher it if I tried to tell it. I'll see if I can get Mr. Wani to tell it for you!

Hunny Bee said...

Oh right, Arby's "friend" felt up his m.i.l. Sure. Cuz that kind of thing always happens to a "friend" doesn't it? Never to oneself.

We read you loud and clear Arby.

Loud and clear.