The Farm Boy needed printer paper, a filter for the furnace, and some packing tape. They were out of our filters. So, he got the printer paper and the tape.
I needed... a few other things.
At the checkout, the amount was just a bit over $200.
Or as Farm Boy
"$242.37! I came for printer paper and tape, and it cost me $242.37!!!"
The conversation continued something like this--
ME: "Ummm, duh. It's Target. What did you expect?"
FB: "I didn't expect to buy makeup and hair stuff and socks and kitchen utensils and chopsticks and and other girlie crap!"
[since when are chopsticks "girlie crap?"]
ME: But we didn't make you buy tampons.
FB: True. [pause] Please just kill me.*
Silly boy... he should know better.
*The Farm Boy grew up in California with 5 brothers and one sister. He is desperately trying to combat the inevitable estrogen-creep that is slowly invading his manly persona.