A Dad channels Indiana Jones to purchase a Kate Spade purse

Remember the scene from Indiana Jones and The Last Crusade where Indy enters the chamber of the ancient knight?  Indy looks around at all of the cups, grabs one of them and then drinks a gulp of water before killing all the Nazis.  I had to buy a purse for my wife and it was like that, except there were no Nazis and I didn’t get to meet an ancient knight; although the cashier was a good bit older than me.

“Just go to there and look at the purses, it’s a tan Kate Spade bag”, my wife said before I embarked on my quest.  It is great the way that she wants gifts.  There is no guessing or thought on my end and no bowling balls or power tools being given to her.  It’s win/win, except for dad and his lack of power tools.

So Toddler Mojo and I head out to the store.  As we enter four women are milling about and one of them immediately approaches me.  This is a case of superb customer service or a cashier really knowing that this dad had no idea what he was looking for.

A purse!  It says Kate Spade, who we’re pretty sure its David’s brother and it’s a tan bag.  Shopping easy, me strong, toddler cute-don’t break anything, see purses hanging on rack.

This is not what dad expected; two Kate Spade bags that are virtually identical, same price and color.  A fashionista could’ve told me the difference.  However, as I was in Indiana Jones mode I would’ve heard ‘fashionista’ and thought that they were a freedom fighter from a well dressed Indian tribe who needed me to retrieve three alien skull rocks or something.

 

The clerk remembered my wife, but didn’t know which Kate Spade purse she wanted.  Where is Short Round when I need him?  Use the force dad; use the force, which purse is most like your best friends, soul mate and bride?  I emailed that picture of the two identical purses to my bride and asked her which one.  But then, in a moment of lucidity, I picked one and said confidently, ‘this is the one!’

Short Round and I left, confident that we had chosen wisely.  However, just to cover our bets, I asked the clerk to hold onto the other purse for a couple hours.  On the way home I received a text from my wife that informed me that, I had in fact chosen poorly.

Once home I called the store to let them know that I would be back to pick up the correct bag; after Short Round took his nap.  Shopping is tiring business.