“Helpful” is not a word that many people would use to describe me. I generally try and stay out of the way when some sort of physical labor is required (I have soft man hands after all).
Marisa, being the nice woman that she is, offered to throw Angie a baby shower. What does this mean to me? It means, of course, that I have “volunteered” to help with some of the logistics. OK, so I didn’t volunteer at all… and I wasn’t all that helpful but I did have to run a couple of errands that day of the shower.
Errand number one (and the subject of this blog post): go to our local Hallmark store and purchase some balloons. This is the sort of task that I do not excel at. I require, in these situations, very clear instructions: number of balloons, required colors, and so on. Marisa armed me with one of the paper napkins that she bought for the shower and said, “Tell the person at the store that you want balloons that match this napkin.”
Marisa didn’t pin the napkin to my sleeve, but I could tell she wanted to.
I took myself over to the Hallmark store, waited for the nice lady to have a free moment, and pounced. I pulled the paper napkin out of my pocket and said, “I need 12 balloons that match this napkin.”
She looked at me for a moment and replied, “A woman sent you here.”
2 responses to “Balloon boy”
Probably because most guys wouldn’t bother with colored napkins for anything – at least not on purpose.
Marisa is a smart woman!
When I walked in I saw Marisa, then the balloons, then all these people from all aspects of my life…It took me about 15 mins to realize that there would be no egg boiling in this episode of Fork You!
Thanks guys…you’re the best!