I like to get input from the ladies when I shop.” He grabbed a navy T-shirt and studied the il ustration, a cartoon drawing of a woman with enormous
breasts and a rocket launcher between her legs.
“That would be a definite no,” she said.
“I like it.” He tossed it over his shoulder and began thumbing through a stack of jeans.
“I thought you wanted my input.”
He stared at her blankly. “Why’d you think that?” She gave up.

Author: Susan Elizabeth Phillips