I snatched my receipt, thanking the lady while refusing to fill out the card for some kind of drawing, I know stalling tactics when I see them lady! I muscled through the crowd in hopes of a goal line stand. But it was too late, I found my wife in the back of the store and heard the words I’ve come to fear:
“You’ve got to see this.” I knew what that meant, it means look what we’re buying.
The rest of the trip went according to plan. We made some bathroom stops, avoided clothing stores, and even made it through a few shops without any damage to the wallet. I would have been proud of myself; I had stuck to the plan, and--except for one significant lapse--played defense exceptionally well.
The sun was setting as we began our journey home, leaving an amber glow on the mountains in the distance. My wife turned down the radio as she looked over at me and smiled.
"I think that chair will be perfect for the living room.”
I grinned, nodding my head in agreement before hearing a faint whisper escape my wife’s lips as she turned to the window. My stupid grin quickly vanished as I realized what exactly I had heard. It sounded like…..Checkmate.