Why I love him

This weekend the mister, monkey, and myself went to Old Navy to get both the mister and the monkey some shorts.  A very excitable guy checked us out.  He was talking a lot while he was doing it and making lots of cutesie chit chat.  The mister paid.  We left the store and started walking (me waddling) our way down the mall.  The mister felt that the total was a little higher than expected and started reading the receipt.  We "pulled over" to the side of the mall.  In the bag were two shorts for the mister, three for the monkey.  On the receipt there were three for the mister, three for the monkey.  So we went back in and said that we got over charged by one pair of shorts.  The guy said no problem and went through the rigmarole of  the return/refund to our credit card.  Taken care of.  Not that big of a deal.  (But still good that the mister caught it since it was a $30 overcharge.)

We're walking down the mall again after this little episode.  I say to the mister, I guess he must have just rung one pair up twice.  The mister looks at me and says, Do you want to know what I think happened?  I say, Yes.  He says, I think that there is a computer program in the Old Navy system that randomly overcharges customers knowing that they won't notice on the receipt.  I say, I love you. 

He is crazy.  This is why I love him.