We went to CostCo last night. At the checkout stand, I looked over and saw a woman holding a bag of canteloupe against her chest at another checkout stand, her hands full of other stuff.
I said to Brian, in a regular tone of voice, “Look at the melons on that woman!” He just looked at me and shook his head. The guy checking us out didn’t make any kind of move to look. Then he “needed” to do something with our cart and I saw him look over at her. Busted! I started laughing.
He blushed.