More reasons we don't go to walmart together anymore...

Those of you that are really close to us have heard this story before, I'm sure...and you don't really think it's that weird because it's just "us" or just "Josh" or some special name you might have for it. Billie just calls us weird and psycho and creepy. Lol! Anyways, one time (probably within the first year or two of our marriage...which is way too soon to feel this comfortable) I was standing over by the fresh fruits and vegetables, trying to pick out just the perfect strawberries, the greenest cucumber, and the perfect handful of cilantro. You know? How it takes FOREVER to pick out everything because it's got to be "just right" even though they basically all look the same. Back to the point...my husband walks up, trying to pretend like he's being sweet and he kisses me. I would lie if I said I was surprised that he walked up and farted right there to make sure that I would get a nice whiff of it. But I was surprised at what else he had up his sleeve. He, somehow, had timed everything just right to where it would linger for just enough time for this older lady to walk up right next to me...and then gave enough of a cushion of time for him to casually walk away. Oh what fun it would have been to stand back and watch this. But being the one leaning over trying to pick those perfect strawberries and this lady looking at me as if was just too much to handle! I have yet to get my husband back good enough for this, but trust me, one of these days I am going to be prepared for the greatest come back of all. Any suggestions anyone???