So, every year, my sister's family, my family and my father carve time out of packed schedules to make our way to Picture People (the mall atmosphere is TO DIE FOR when you're trying to corral 5 children) to have that family portrait. This year we had our photography session and then
My sister, who had
The guy who "sold" us the photos was different than the guy who had taken our photos. This will play an important part later in the story.
I mentioned to my father that I wanted to get that cousin photo with my nephew, but that I only wanted it in 5x7.
My father, who was born and raised in the United States, said, "Do they just sell one?"
I said, "No, you have to buy two."
"Because two come on a sheet."
"Well, why don't you ask? Maybe they'll sell you just one."
"No, Daddy. I will not. They have posted prices here. I WILL NOT BARGAIN WHERE THERE ARE POSTED PRICES!"
"I was just saying you should ask."
"Fine, then I will ask."
The salesman returned and my father asked him if I could buy only one 5x7.
Salesman: "No. They come two on a sheet."
Me: "SEE! I told you!"
Salesman: "You know this is how it is in my house too. I'm always trying to get something for free or discounted and my wife is always looking at me like I'm an idiot. Just like you're looking at your husband."
*Stare at him in silence*
Me: "He's not my husband. He's my father. But thank you for that."
Maybe the salesman moonlights for Botox?