As I’m hustling through the big box store, grabbing a case of yogurt, two gallons of milk, a gallon of Frank’s Hot Sauce, and 3 dozen eggs, a clairvoyant descends upon me, clipboard in hand.
Are you a homeowner? Why yes, I reply from deep inside the dairy cooler, mystified by this stranger’s intuition.
What kind of home improvement project are you interested in?
Amazing. I must’ve given away my desperate need for new siding by the way I checked the sell by dates.
How about a new roof? Yes! I answer excitedly, juggling four pounds of butter and a multi-pack of whipped cream. How did you know?
As I move my garbage truck sized cart out of the way of other last-minute shoppers, the sales psychic continues excitedly, When can we send a contractor to your house?
Why, as soon as I unload my 46 rolls of paper towels, 20 pounds of laundry detergent, and 64 ice cream sandwiches of course!
Here I thought that my last minute frantic trip to the store would only be for my forgotten holiday necessities. What did we do before the home-improvement angels descended on the big box stores?