First of all, I hate shopping at Lowe’s to begin with. How many times have you gone there with your husband and then endlessely walked the aisles, looking for him? I can’t be the only person.
And you can never find anything! And when you finally do, they’re out of it. It is always, always, always an unsatisfying experience. This time was no different. I took refuge in the riding mower section, which Samantha treated like a playground.
And her smile made it all bearable.
