Adventures at Low[l]e's

In honor of this blog: http://volcanicensemble.blogspot.com/ that I can't read at work because it makes me laugh too hard.

Me: Is that the thing your dad told you to get?
JD: Yeah it’s a drill press.
Me: What would you need a drill press for?
JD: Lots of things. That’s a good price, too.
Me: FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS?! That is a lot of money!
JD: It has a laser.

Me: You buying a $400 drill press is like me spending $400 on shoes.
JD: Shoes and a drill press are not comparable. $400 for shoes would be ridiculous.
Me: Same thing!
JD: No way. That drill press will last me the rest of my life.
Me: So will a pair of shoes that cost $400 if you wear them as often as you’ll use that drill press.
JD: You are the worst person to take to Lowe’s
Me (making a hand motion similar to things falling on his head): Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch I’m raining on your parade. Ch-CH-Ch-Ch-Ch.

Me: I wish I had brought my iTouch. I could be playing Bananagrams right now.
JD: I’ll just pull you around the store.
Me: We can use that thing from the Casino [a coiled bungee cord thing people keep their player’s club cards on so they don’t loose them] and you can keep track of me like a small child.

Me: I like going to Lowles with you.
JD: Lowe’s.
Me: Lowles.
JD: Lowe’s
Me: Lowles. It’s time to go to Wall-Marlts.