Hiking Gloves

Not just any hiking gloves.  RT's hiking gloves.  And they went missing.  Or, according to RT, "Somebody stole them."

Because we all know that this fictitious "somebody" is out to get RT.  "Somebody" hangs around, figures out what RT is attached to then finds the perfect opportunity to steal it from him.

Hmm.... A truckload of diamonds or RT's hiking gloves?  Or what about RT's swim goggles?  Or maybe his phone?

It's obvious we don't have anything of value.

Wait.  Scratch that.  Lets start again.

It's obvious I don't have anything of value (Hey! What about my cracked phone held together by rubber bands?).  This "somebody" is only after RT's cool, valuable stuff.

 RT found his hiking gloves.  They were in the pocket of the vest he wore when we went hiking.  I'm surprised that "somebody" didn't take the vest instead?

Of course, the extra key to RT's car is missing. "Somebody" is really out to get him. 

You would think that  "somebody" would steal RT's cutoff sweat shorts.  I know they are of value to RT.  I also know that the rest of RT's family would feel a sense of relief and joy devastation knowing the shorts were gone and hope they never return.

*To find out more about "The Shorts," click here.

The Swim Goggles

I guess I forgot to write about this one.  This happened last summer when we were in Michigan.

We decided to have a beach day.

Beach + Michigan = love.

I don't know about you, but, I like hanging at the beach.  I find it so relaxing.  Digging in the sand, going into the (icy) water*, walking along the beach, playing catch or Frisbee, or just hanging out and relaxing.

*actually, I'm the big baby and won't go that deep in the water because of the freezing temperatures

RT decided he needed some new swim goggles for our trip.  He used them quite a bit at the pool and brought them on our beach day.  Bella and RT used their goggles and pretended they were snorkeling We had snorkeling gear too.  Snorkeling gear in the Midwest, yea, we're a little strange that way.  Time went by and we decided to go climb a sand dune.  We took anything of value and left the rest of our stuff on the beach with our blanket, chairs and umbrella.  We were gone for quite awhile.  By the way, hot sand and bare feet don't go well together.

We returned to our beach site, drank some water and tried to undo the burn damage on the bottom of our feet.  All of a sudden, RT says,

"Somebody stole my swim goggles!"

I was kind of shocked.  I mean, who goes around to other people's blankets on the beach and rummages through their stuff?  And, why, if anything did they take RT's swim goggles?  (RT would say "because they are real good swim goggles.")

I decided to do a little looking my self and found his goggles in a few minutes.

Since that day, we tease him when he says he can't find something.

RT:  I can't find my keys.

Me:  "Somebody stole your keys!"

I don't think he appreciates it but, he's a good sport about the teasing.

*see "RT Loses his Phone" for more on RT's ability to keep track of his stuff.

Retail Problems

Some little ditties from my lovely job in retail.

There are many stories of my time as greeter.  My favorite is the guy who winked at me.  I'm not sure if there was something in his eye or if it was a nervous tic.  This guy walked in, behind his wife, and as he walked by he said hello and winked at me.  I found it odd and thought that it might have been a mistake, but, he winked at me again as he followed his wife out of the store.   A habit or is he a flirt?  

There was the time when this woman came in wearing dirty purple gloves.  She grabbed a cart and did some shopping.  Even made a purchase.  A few hours later I saw her enter the store to do an exchange.  She was still wearing the same dirty purple gloves.

My favorite story happened the other day.  I was ringing up a customer and gave her the total.  She reaches into her purse, starts digging around, moves away from the counter and then says (loudly), "I can't find my wallet.  SOMEBODY STOLE IT!"   I didn't know what to say.  I wasn't with her in the store and it looked like her bag was closed when she got up to the register.  How did someone steal her wallet without her knowing about it?  She steps toward the counter again and looks in her purse and calmly says, "Oh.  There it is"  and pulls the wallet out of her purse.  I almost burst out laughing and was quite grateful that I was wearing a face mask.  I wanted to know if she was related to RT* but didn't have the courage to ask.

*check out these posts for a backstory on people stealing RT's stuff : goggles, phone, hiking gloves.