Disappointment

Mr TLC picks up the receipt for the shopping that I did on my way home tonight. “Woo,” he says, raising his eyebrows and rolling his eyes, “You bought a teddy. A black teddy.”

There is a long pause. Mr TLC grins at me. I try not to appear completely stupid whilst I work out what on earth he is talking about. I’m sure that I didn’t buy any underwear this evening, glamorous or otherwise.

Then Mr TLC waves the receipt at me and says “A black teddy from Staples?”

Ah, that black teddy. Sorry Mr TLC, but I bought one of these.

Another one of life’s little disappointments.