Moving things

So we were out shopping yesterday, not my favourite thing to do! One of the things we were looking for was a new pair of Hiking boots for me. I've got big feet and so Krista asked the assistant which boots they had in stock in a UK 13 instead of us chosing what we liked only to find they didn't have that size. When he returned from the stock room he had a list and pointed out each of the ones available in my size and gave us the list so we could think about it.

As he stepped away, I saw one of the boots move on the little shelf it was sitting on. It moved enough to make a loud enough noise to be heard over the background noise in the busy shop. I asked Krista if she heard that and she did, we were a little excited and naturally asked the assitant to try those. As we waited I said I hope they fit because Zach had picked them out, Krista of course replied that they would fit perfect.

Those are now my new boots, thanks for picking them out Zach.

Then in the evening we when for dinner at a friends house and they made Mexican food, knowing Krista used to have a Burrito business. We were all in the kitchen and a bag of torilla chips moved on the counter, which we both saw and again it was loud enough to be heard over the conversation.

A good day with Zach!