The other day Wendell called me at work at about 5:30. He sounded kinda agitated and rushed and asked if I could pick up some currants and fresh thyme on my way home. I told him that I wouldn't be leaving for another 15 minutes and he said it was okay 'cause he just started cooking. So, on the way home I dropped by Foodland. I figured currants must be by the raisins so I went up and down the aisles looking for the raisins. I found raisins, but no currants. I went to the produce section. I found the fresh herbs, but no thyme. I called Wendell and told him that I wasn't having much luck finding what he needed. He matter-of-factly said, "Oh, I'm done making dinner already, no need the stuff." Ummmmmm, don't get me wrong . . . I'm so grateful and appreciative that after a hard day's work Wendell goes home to cook dinner, but helloooooooooo couldn't he at least call me to let me know that I don't need to go to the market anymore? Dinner was good by the way.