Sun 13 June 2004 - Gratitude
After driving her to Kew to look at a fireplace…
and to Bendigo and back to look at a wardrobe…
and lending her a big bunch of money to help pay for the wardrobe (’cos those ATM card limits are a pain)…
and stopping for a snack, and buying a Paddle Pop while she was looking at something else, before unbeknownst to me she came behind up me to the counter and bought a packet of Pringles…
I didn’t expect to have the service station guy remark “Bit of a tightarse, is he?” when she ended up paying for them.
That’s not quite my definition of gratitude.
There was, however, much mirth at the remark.