Conversation with my drunk husband

Now first of all, you have to understand something…my husband is out of town on “business”. I say it like that because to me, when you take your golf clubs with you…that is NOT work. Well unless you are Tiger Woods. But my husband is no Tiger Woods. He may think he is right now since he’s all drunk and stuff…but when we spend forever searching for his ball in the woods…don’t get me wrong. He can golf, just not like Tiger (or any other pro golfer for that matter haha).

So anyway, we are on the phone and he walks into CVS and asks the cashier if they have any Body Glide. Now mind you, he is drunk and totally serious. He wants Body Glide. The cashier sounded like she was going to start laughing. She totally thought he was asking for some sort of sex lubricant or something like that. Which, by the way, Body Glide is this stuff you can rub on your inner thighs to prevent chafing. Runners use it.

But wait…the story gets even better. Since the cashier was of no help, he walked back to the pharmacy and proceeds to ask them where the Body Glide would be located. I hear the pharmacist laugh and then ask what it is used for. I know she was totally thinking he was asking for lube. By this point Dan is getting frustrated. I mean he’s chafing and all and no one can help him find his damn Body Glide.

It’s probably one of those “you had to be there/on the phone” moments, but it was so funny to me to listen to it. Especially when he left the store with chocolate, cigarettes (for his father), and no Body Glide!