A couple of weeks ago, we went to Nashville, Ind., for a couple of days. I had heard about Brown County and the wonderful shopping there for a long time, but had never been there. We had tickets to the Ohio State opening football game in Indiana, so we thought it would be a good time to investigate Nashville.
When we got into the charming town, Matt stopped the car and let me out. He gave me 45 minutes to shop and then he would return to collect me (he went to check into the hotel). After that, we planned to head to the stadium. Now, you might think it was a little odd that he allotted me so little time, but in actuality it was pretty generous. You see, Matt knows just how powerful a shopper I am and realized he was giving me plenty of time.
More than 30 years ago, when we were first married, Matt took me to Cincinnati for my birthday weekend. It was the first birthday I celebrated as his wife and he wanted to make it special. He took me to dinner, to a movie, and to a nice hotel on Friday. Then on Saturday, he surprised by taking me to the Tri-County mall, handed me his credit card (I didn’t have one at that time), and told me to buy “whatever I wanted.” He said he’d be back in an hour and we’d meet at the coffee shop in the mall.
The hour passed. I don’t know what he did in that time, but when he returned to the designated place, I was sitting at a little café table, sipping a latte. He smiled and beamed when he saw the dress bag draped over the back of a chair.
As he sat down, he said, “Is that all you bought?” “Oh, no,” I said, reaching down and holding up another bag that clearly held a shoe box. “I got really cute shoes and some earrings. They’re in my purse.”
As I brought out the earrings to show him, he was smiling benevolently. “So,” he said, “you did really well. Did you have time to spare?”
I smiled, finished my latte, and replied, “Oh, sure. I’ve been here about 10 minutes.”
We stood, and I was gathering my bags when I nonchalantly added, “By the way, the couch is being delivered Tuesday.”
He stood pole-axed for a moment or two. At first he thought I was kidding. He quickly realized that in under an hour, I had maxed out the card on a very cute dress, new shoes, earrings, and queen-sized hide-a-bed sofa that was a perfect addition to our little spare room.
So you can understand why, even though I now have my own credit card, he felt like 45 minutes was plenty of time to give me to shop. When he returned, I was waiting at the agreed-upon spot, with only six or seven bags in my hands. I definitely know how to shop. Email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Sue is a retired public servant who volunteers at the Hospice store (For All Seasons) in Troy and teaches part-time at Urbana University. She keeps busy taking care of husband, house, and pets. She and her husband have an adult son who lives in Troy.