Where Did I Get This Jacket?

        Sad moment. 

Shopping street Passeig de Gràcia by Tokyographer on Flickr CC

        One of our favorite travel stories has long been one from back in the mid-90s when he traveled to Barcelona with a school-sponsored group but without me.  There were a few other adults accompanying the students.  One day he went out with the older couple and stopped into a leather store.  There he decided to purchase a beautiful black jacket of very soft, supple leather.  It cost $400.  The female member of the heterosexual married couple then chided him for purchasing such an expensive item without asking his wife for permission.
        Oi vey.  When he got home and told me that story (after giving me the black leather purse he'd purchased in the same store), we laughed and laughed.  The assumption of the wife that we were the same kind of married people as they got to both of us.  We have never had to check in with each other on personal purchases.  We laughed about this many times.
        Well yesterday when we took the dogs out for their afternoon walk, he put on his beautiful, soft leather jacket.  We'd recently moved it from the far side of the entryway closet to the center.  It looked so much better over his giant old black sweater than the turquoise jacket he's been wearing.  I told him how good it looked. 
        And then he asked, "Where did I get this jacket?"