I Say Boxes and You Say Bricks
So, I decided to surprise my son, The Deerslayer, with some bullets. I realize that is not your average surprise for a teenage boy, but he is the quintessential outdoors man. He loves hunting, hiking, and all things nature related.
This meant a stop at our local small country store. Now, I could have gone to a larger, more commercial, store to make my purchase. However, we do try to support out local small town businesses whenever we can.
I put on my game face and entered said small country store. And, low and behold, I was the only woman in the place. In my, "fancy", work clothes no less. This store was full of farmers, older gentleman, and just guys in general, "hanging out". Now, I should explain that this is the type of store where you can buy a loaf of bread, chips, soda, and milk.....along with bullets....and make a deal for some calves, if need be. . An all purpose stop, if you will, before you get back to your farm.
I asked for two boxes of bullets and some very elderly gentleman chimed in, "She thinks those are boxes". *chuckle* The men then quizzed me about what I received for Valentine's Day and assured me they would be speaking to my husband. Told me to be on the, "lookout", for the big gift next year.
After relaying this story to Secret Agent Man he said he was surprised that I went in there alone. He then explained that bullets are sold in bricks.
I told him that he needed to watch out the next time he went into this store. He was in for a bit of teasing himself.