Chapstick

Bill and I were headed to a luau to help a couple of our friends raise money for the triathlon they're doing for leukemia. The cost was $20/person. Kind of steep, but it was a fund raiser. We needed cash, so we stopped in at my neighborhood drugstore to pick up some chapstick and be cash back.

We walked to the register where I started looking for chapstick. Bill found it first and reached to grab some for me. 'Red,' I requested. He pulled his hand from the box it was in, flourished a tube of red chapstick and said, 'I know,' with a smile. Ok, seriously? Who knows what flavor chapstick their friend prefers, especially since I nearly always peel off the wrapper. Home slice pays attention.