‘We’ll be quick,’ my husband had said. ‘All I need is some soft drink from the store and some new shirts.’
‘You want to take three kids to a department store while you buy shirts?’ I asked incredulously.
He showed me his phone.
‘I have pictures of exactly what I want. Size, brand everything. It’ll be easy,’ he said.
First mistake – believing my husband.
The shop with the shirts didn’t open til 9am yet for some reason we were coasting into the carpark well before 8.30am. My husband slowed in front of the boom gate and took the proffered ticket.
What happened to it after that is anyone’s guess.