On Sunday I went to the mall to get my boots re-heeled, and the guy gave me a card with a number on it and told me to come back in a couple of days.
Not being able to make it to the mall myself this week, I gave the card to DH and asked him nicely to go and pick up my boots, which he did this morning.
I went home at lunchtime today, after DH had gone to work, and he had left the boots for me on the bed. I took a quick look at him and then thought I better give him a call.
Me: Those are nice black boots on the bed
DH: They aren't yours are they?
Me: Nope.
DH: Do you want to keep them anyway?
Me: They are very nice, but I think I would prefer mine. What happened?
DH: They lady couldn't match the tag to your boots, so she asked if I knew which pair were yours, and I picked those.
Me: I better take them back then. Thanks though.
DH: No problems!
In his defense, they are similar to another pair of boots I own, and approximately my size....
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