““I like to get input from the ladies when I shop.” He grabbed a navy T-shirt and studied the il ustration, a cartoon drawing of a woman with enormous breasts and a rocket launcher between her legs. “That would be a definite no,” she said. “I like it.” He tossed it over his shoulder and began thumbing through a stack of jeans. “I thought you wanted my input.” He stared at her blankly. “Why’d you think that?” She gave up.””
