CB has a funeral to attend on Thursday. He needed a new dress shirt. So says his wife.
We went to Manhattan and got lots and lots of shirts.
CB got dress shirts, work shirts, golf shirts.
More and more shirts.
Shirts that were, fortunately, on sale.
He was such a good sport. He tried on every shirt. He let the saleswoman and I tell him what to do. (That was my favorite part.)
Then, CB paid for everything! (No, that was my favorite part.)
Then, we went for ice cream. CB paid.
THAT was my favorite part.
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