Evan had no interest in the fans. He wanted us to buy this nifty gadget instead.
A Husquavarna riding mower. He pretended to drive it until he managed to knock some sort of part off of it. We picked it up off the floor, set it on the mower and scurried out of there into the lighting department
(OK...with a stop in the kitchen department so I could drool over new stainless refrigerators, gas ranges and...the most untouchable things...cabinetry and solid-surface countertops...)
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