Three times this week that I had to shut R down with a "Dude... that's not cool.":
1) When R called four different Sam's Clubs to find one that had some totally pointless portable DVD player for C's birthday. He spoke with some 16-year old newbie named Chad who took seven months to find it (the last one in the western hemisphere, obviously) and assured R that he would save it for him until we got there. At the end of the half-hour car ride, R announced that if the DVD player was not, in fact, waiting at the counter, R was going to, quote, "shoot Chad right in the face."
(I should mention here that R can barely operate a can opener, let alone anything resembling a firearm. The worst he would ever do would be to
not invite Chad to go waterskiing. Which, ultimately, he did do. [That's how R and I met, actually; he said I looked like I could hold my own "on a couple of branches".])
2) When R suggested an hour into our semi-spontaneous hike through the Tonto Natural Forest that next time (you know, that mythical "next time" when I wear sneakers and not high heels, and when I bring water to drink and not a Fosters oil can) we could check into reserving a camp site.
3) Okay. So it's just those two times. But I'll shut him down later tonight when he asks me to bring him more tea or something, and then that will be the third time. So just hang tight.
