Wild Town

When my husband and I got home from a shopping trip the other day, there were two packages sitting on our doorstep. I said, “They’re probably for me. I got a little reckless with our credit card.” He nonetheless thought the packages would be for him, and he was surprised when they both turned out to be for me.

“Like I said, I got a little reckless,” I told him. He still didn’t seem impressed. “Really, I went to Wild Town,” I insisted as we carried the packages into the house.

He didn’t respond immediately, so I looked directly at him, awaiting his reply. Finally, he said, “Yeah, I’m trying to think of what would count as ‘Wild Town’ for you. The library?”

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