The scene: It’s Saturday and Matt and I are at a (large) local shopping center after Mini-Golf Round One of the weekend.
Matt: *as we pull in to the parking lot* We’re just here to walk around, right? You’re not going to make me go shopping??
Me: Who me? Make you go shopping? No way.
Matt: Unh unh. No shopping. It’s gorgeous outside. We’re going to walk around.
Me: Ok, ok, fine. *We walk around as I try to subtly steer him towards the DSW.*
Matt: Ok, let’s go.
Me: But we didn’t even walk all the way down there yet! *Points vaguely in the direction of DSW.*
Matt: Oh, ok.
Matt: WAIT A MINUTE. We are NOT going to DSW!!!
Me: Who said anything about going to DSW? Here I am trying to enjoy a nice walk and you try to rush me out of here claiming that I want to go shoe shopping.
Matt: Hmmmm. *Grips my arm tightly as we approach DSW.*
Me: *Suddenly breaks free and lunges for the door.* Shooooeeeeessss!!!
Matt: *Tackles me in midair. Blocks entrance.* I knew you were going to try for it.
Me: Foiled again.
Passersby: *Snicker helplessly.*