Silly Little Test

We're in Costco this afternoon, just cruising with our cart, picking up case lots of things we don't really need; in other words a typical Costco trip. At one point Michelle stopped me and said look at this. It was a giant dog food sized bag of my favorite snack, chex mix with peanuts, pretzels and those little crunchy things with no name. My eyes locked on the bag.

"So what do you think," asks Michelle. "Do you want it?"

"I don't know. That's lot of chex mix. It would take me a year to eat that now," I replied.  

"You sure? It's a great price."

"I'm sure," and I started to push the cart down the aisle.

As we move away from the snacks, Michelle tells me it was a test. Her logic, if I could walk away from a forty pound bag of chex mix with peanuts, pretzels and those little crunchy things with no name, I was cured of my chronic compulsive overeating disorder. I asked her what she would have done if I'd failed the test. I wasn't worried she said. I know how much you can eat. That bag would have lasted forever two tablespoons at a time.

So that's the kind of relationship we have, my wife tests me with a giant bag of my favorite snack?

Ha! I laugh at her silly little test.