You get more than hardware at Bunnings!
My husband is a huge fan of Bunnings. For those of you who may not be familiar…Bunnings is a huge hardware store that stock everything from plumbing accessories to paint and garden furniture.
Anyway…my husband and I have been busy preparing my son & daughter-in-laws unit for their return from Kalgoorlie, and for the arrival of the baby (thats a whole other blog in the making!) and we’ve started the arduous task of re painting.
So picture this…there’s my husband standing at the paint counter waiting patiently for the paint color to be mixed. Another customer (lady) was also waiting at the counter when a guy pulls his trolley (shopping cart) up beside hers. My husband glances over towards them both and the lady looks up and rolls her eyes. The guy then starts a conversation something like this:
Guy: You know I want you
Lady: Well you cant have me
Guy: But why?
Lady: Because I dont want you
Guy: But I have to have you
Lady: Stiff…you cant!
My husband looks at the Bunnings staff member behind the paint counter and he appears to be totally oblivious to the conversation taking place right in front of him. My husband is praying that the paint wont take much longer to mix. But the conversation continues…
Guy: I need you so bad
Lady: I dont care
Guy: Please let me have you
Lady: I told you no!
Guy: I cant live without you
Lady:Well you should have thought about that before you stuck ya dick in her!
My husband by this stage was looking around for some kind of sign from the Bunnings staff member that he hadn’t just imagined that conversation…but nothing!. He was even beginning to think it was ‘Candid Camera’ and checked the shelves and rafters for the hidden cameras. Apparently the conversation went on for another few minutes before my husbands paint order was ready and then he high tailed it away from the paint counter and off to finish his shopping not believing what he’d just heard.
But, low and behold when he gets out into the carpark there they both are…cars parked side by side and him still begging forgiveness and her still saying no!
I think it was the shortest trip to Bunnings my husband has ever had…and he certainly got his money’s worth!
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I’m constant amazed at how most people don’t give a rat’s ass about airing their dirty laundry in public. Most people absolutely refuse to get involved in domestic disputes.
Mamaflo I agree. Kinda like those super loud super detailed cell phone conversations that no one wants to hear.
I always want to hear the end of the story…so if you were part of that couple who felt you needed to air your dirty laundry at Bunnings, post to Buffy’s Blog so we’ll all know how it turned out…though it sure sounds like the guy was left by the side of the road. I’m also curious whether either of them bought any paint, and where they planned to use it.
Roxy
He should have said, “I don’t want you either … because my guess is that you have a really small dick. No real man of any resonable size would ever be caught dead coming into a paint store and acting like such an ass in front of the entire world. Get a job. Move to the area of South US where people marry their cousins. I think you will find your relatives and a future wife there…”
But then, I’m a redhead and I enjoy saying things like this to total strangers pissing me off.
Hugs,
Catherine, the redhead blogger
What a juicy story! It that were me there I’d be doing whatever I could to hand around to hear the end of it. What men WON’T do to get laid! Never ceases to amaze me.
@mamaflo & regretfulmorning - oh yeah…people just love to air their dirty laundry. I was sitting eating lunch at an outdoor cafe yesterday and the guy at the table behind me was having the most amazing intimate conversation on his cell that every other diner could hear. Put me off my lunch!
@ Roxy - My husband said she did have paint in her trolley and other re decorating things. A quick refurb will get rid of him!
@ Catherine - I always seem to make comments when people are loud and obnoxious and my husband wishes the floor would open up and eat him. Well…I’m just saying what others are thinking. Probably lucky he was at the paint counter alone!
@ Lauren - I kept asking my husband “what happened then…and then…” men never listen to the whole story just the bits they want to hear.