I stopped at the grocery store for milk today and I ended up with a new birdbath. Cobalt blue, ceramic, good price. The first bluebirds showed up yesterday, so I got them a gift. It’s for the birds, to welcome them back.
“Impulse buy?”, asks Mr. Raven.
No because I already wanted a birdbath in the front yard; one I’ll be able to see from here, at the computer. So it was premeditated, that I wanted one, therefore it’s not an impulse buy. An impulse buy is something you didn’t know you wanted until you saw it. See?
Yes, because I had already paid for the milk and was stepping away from the counter when I saw the birdbath which stopped me in my tracks. Cobalt blue. Ceramic. Good price. There was no customer in line behind me, no reason not to step back to the counter and ask the clerk to ring me up a birdbath.
“Your husband will be so surprised.”, says the clerk.
Like she knew.
Yes. He’ll shake his head. That’s what happens when I go by myself to the grocery store for milk.