As we drove out of the Home Depot parking lot, I shot Mr. A a sheepish glance."If you want to go back and get it, we still can. Maybe it would have been more practical to just give in and be done with it... it's just a grill," I offered, but heard myself shifting mid-sentence, "but I still think he had the power to help us and didn't want to. But I can drop you off, and keep looking on my own. I don't want to drag you around the city in search of a gas grill at ground bottom prices, after a long plane ride, on Memorial Day, no less."
"No, I get why you held your ground. I mean, yes, it would have been easier. We'd have an grill and we could be making dinner in 20 minutes. But didn't you say there's an Ace Hardware close to home? Let's try it."
"Really!? You want to come?"
"Of course. I love that you're committed to this. I want to see you get a real deal, now."
Lone crusader no longer, I high-tailed it to Ace with Mr. A, where we headed for the grills and asked: Do you have any barbecues besides this tiny camping one?
The answer was no.
"Now what?" I sighed.
Mr. A had an idea. There was another Home Depot about 10 minutes away. Why not give it one more shot? If it didn't work we could always crawl back to the first guys.
Last stop: Check back tomorrow!
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