Katie set up me the bomb

This afternoon Katie and I took a trip to Monroe to do some shopping for her apartment, and grad school. We also needed to return a shirt to the Express.

When we walked into the mall, we went in towards the end of the mall with McRae's and El Chico. As soon as we turned the corner to walk toward Express, Katie's head whipped around and she looked at me and said "We need to go to McRae's. I think it's gift time for Clinique". This was completely out of the blue. It was almost like there was a women's only radio station beaming out sale information, and Katie was tuned in.

I asked her how she knew about it, and she said "I just knew". This whole thing was sounding pretty fishy to me, mind you. I questioned her, but I got nothing. She evaded my questions and swatted down my every attempt at information extraction like a crippled, one winged gnat buzzing around her ear. Apparently, she learned to resist interrogation from the KGB... or more likely, she taught them everything they knew... *raises eyebrow*.

There is only one explanation for this situation; Katie pulled a bait and switch on me. "I only need to return this shirt." However, when we get in there, it's like she's got a list of current mall sales tweeting in her ear. Ladies and Gentlemen, Katie set up me the bomb.