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The Queen of Returns Greatest Conquest
I insisted that the store would never allow the return. My wife proved me wrong.
My wife was reaching into a shopping bag while her sister leaned forward attentively.
“I got this top for just two dollars,” my wife happily confided.
“Wow! Two bucks! Any good?” was the instant reply from her sister.
That exchange became a running joke for several years. When my wife would return to the house with a haul of shopping treasure, I’d greet her with “Hey, two bucks, any good?”
Generally, the answer was affirmative. Yes, the shopping quest had been fruitful and many wondrous bargains would soon emerge from the bags. There would be fabulous finds, things never before seen at such prices, things we had needed for so long, things we could not live without.
And there would be returns.
Men are not often fans of unjustified returns, and I am no exception. Sure, if something is defective, I’ll take it back and expect instant satisfaction. Returning something just because you have changed your mind is not something I condone because I feel it only drives up prices. My wife counters with a wasteful argument: are we supposed to throw it away? I have an…
