What about me says, "Please talk to me. Tell me all about the troubles you are having with your girlfriend and her inability to handle money."?
I don't understand.
There I was, standing in line, minding my own business, when suddenly, I was asked to play therapist.
*whine* But I don't wanna be a therapist!!
Honest to Pete...I was waiting in line "At the WalMarts" to exchange a faulty Zhu Zhu pet. Along came Mr. Chatty, apparently in need of a listening ear...
He: *heaves big, huge, hefty, hearty sigh* I always make the wrong decisions.
Me: *thinking, do I ignore this (but he's looking right at me!!) or say something* Oh, that's too bad!
He: I moved in with my girlfriend about six months ago. She was having a hard time keeping up with her bills, so I moved in to help her out.
And this is when I called for the stock boys to bring up a chaise lounge and some cigars for me. This was getting serious.
He: But I don't get it.
He: She never has any money! I just paid half the rent and gave her $400! Then, she went on a girl's weekend, comes home and tells me, *insert falsetto here* 'I don't have any money!' And I told her, 'I just gave you $400!' And then I see bags from Crafts Direct and Taco Bell bags with food in them and Super America bags! I'm so frustrated.
Me: Well, what do you think we girls do on our girl's weekend? It's not all jumping on beds and pillow fights in our nighties! (Okay, so I didn't say that last part. But I wanted to.)
He: *ignores what I just said* I just came back from grandma's. I stayed at grandma's, and I don't know what to do. You know, we've been together for 7 years. After we got back together the last time (Oooooh, trouble in paradise before, I see...) we bought a truck together, she couldn't afford it on her own, so I had to co-sign and now she can't afford it so I've taken over the payments. She told me, *falsetto is back* 'If we break up again, that truck is mine!' and I todl her, 'Oh no it's not! I'm paying for it!'"
He: *big sigh is back* What do you think I should do?
Me: *thinking...um, when did I become a relationship counselor?! Hmmmm...this could be fun...* Well, do ya like her?
He: Yeah! But, *groan* I'm so frustrated! I don't know what to do!
During this time, we had made our way up in line at the Customer Service desk...those in front of us had left on their merry little ways, chuckling to themselves at the impromptu therapy session going on behind them.
Even the nice lady at the desk was giggling a bit.
He finishes his return/exchange/whatever and I say, "Well, good luck with that...and Merry Christmas!!"
So, whaddya think? How'd I do?
Tell me *puffs on cigar* what are you feeling...