My wife is always right...

When will I learn to listen to her?

This weekend upon returning from visiting Wendy's parents, we decided that it was time to pick up some more baby food. We had been in Target over the weekend and saw they had some pretty good prices. So Sunday afternoon we load in the car to head to Target. I had played on using a coupon for a BOGO ice cream. Unfortunately, it was not near the Target I expected. That is another story.

Before we leave Wendy wanted to change her shirt. She pulls out a red shirt and says to me, "I wonder if I should wear this?"

I respond, "Why not?"

"Because anytime I wear a red shirt to Target people think I work there."

"There shirts are collared and you are not wearing khaki pants. You should be fine."

We arrive at the bullseye and are standing in the baby aisle. Then you guessed it. A woman pushing a cart with a child and dragging a man behind her comes yelling, "You got a dressing room here?"

Wendy responds, "I don't work here. Sorry."

Never underestimate what people will say.

When I reflect upon it, I wish I had said, "Nope. We encourage people to just use the middle of the aisle."

It seems a lot of stores have a dress code. Maybe it helps some people identify the store employee, it also helps lead to confusion.

Now if I could only pick up a paycheck for the times we have been mistaken for employees...