Searching through row upon row of Christmas trees, my wife Leslie and I picked one we liked. Then I noticed the one being held by a woman nearby "the" perfect tree. I watched as she carried it around the lot and couldn't believe my eyes when she set it aside.

I ditched ours and ran over to grab the coveted tree. "Aren't we lucky?" I said to Leslie. "I do feel a little guilty, though, for taking it before she could change her mind."

"Don't worry," she replied. "She just ran over and snatched ours."