At Tiffany’s
May 3rd, 2007
The Betrothed and I found ourselves there the other day, looking for wedding bands. We started off in Nordstrom on a whim, and when the saleswoman told us it could take up to eight weeks to order the bands we were eyeing, we got serious. The Big Day is in one month, and there’s no time for special orders and complex engraving.
Tiffany’s had just what we needed. Bands. A variety of style and sizes. We dove right in with focus and precision.
Except…
“What ring size are you?”
I looked at The Betrothed, distracted by looking at man rings. He’s the one person who’s bought me a ring in the last few years - one that fits perfectly. I thought he might know the answer.
“Honey? Do you know what size I am?”
He looks up, slightly confused and distracted. “Huh?”
“My size. Do you know what it is?”
“Thirty-six B?”
CLASSIC!