Earlier in the week, Sean and I were in Target. He was being loud. Happy loud, but loud. Happy loud is annoying, but not nearly annoying as Unhappy Loud. Still, it was LOUD.
I told him that he needed to pipe down so that we didn’t get kicked out of the store.
“Kicked out?” he asked.
“Yes,” I said. “You are disturbing the other customers and the store manager might kick us out of here.”
“Kicked?” he asked incredulously. “Out?” His eyes widened in disbelief.
He stopped along side the cart, and with a worried and questioning expression, demonstrated a swift little soccer kick for verification.
“Well that wouldn’t be very nice,” he declared, quietly.
Perhaps I should have stopped here and taken the time to explain the concept of metaphorical speech, but I was too busy enjoying the not loud. And what do I know, the manager of Target could very well be literally kicking people out of the store.
I know there was a lady in the Christmas aisle talking loudly on her cell phone that I wanted to kick. Out.