As we get older one of the things that is not as sharp as it once was is our hearing.
Me: I found the Ann Taylor black pumps Lisa was talking about.
Lisa is a friend and fellow blogger over at Privilege who was also at our older daughter’s 30th birthday party.
My husband didn’t hear the “Ann Taylor” part.
Him: You found black pumps?
Me: Uh, huh. You know, the kind Lisa was talking about.
Him: Lisa was talking about pumps?
Me: Yeah, remember, on her blog?
Me: She even had a link to a picture. She said these were good replacements for the designer ones she was taking to NYC to wear out.
Him: There are designer pumps? And she’s going to wear them out? Why would she want to do that?
Me: Yes. She was going to use them with a little black dress.
Him: Dead silence. Then: You and Lisa had a conversation about her taking pumps to NYC? I don’t remember this conversation at the party.
Me, suddenly realizing: No. Heels. 3 1/2″ black high heel pumps. To wear with her little black dress. You saw the picture of them on her web site.
Him: Oh!!!! High heels? I couldn’t figure out why you and Lisa would have a conversation about pumps, let alone why she would take some to New York.
Just goes to show the difference between a male-female perspective I guess. On the other hand, last spring when I was buying my pre-owned Acura, this is the conversation I had with the sales man.
Me, disappointed: Oh. The back seat doesn’t fold down. I’m used to being able to haul stuff. (I have always done the repairs around the house.)
Sales Man: But look. There’s this! And he opened and folded down a little door that provided access to the back seat.
Me: Oh good!! I can still fit a couple of 2x4s in there.
Sales Man: Ummm……. No. Actually, it’s for skis.
So you never know…….