Heading to the store

Arron closed the door behind him and made his way to the driveway. Sarah, because of her age, drove his sedan as it was bigger and safer for a girl her age to drive (plus, even though it was older, it was better suited for her style and comfort). He had agreed to take his wife's car, the mid-size SUV that was borderline compact but more form functional for what Erin did (which was administrative in nature).

He smiled ruefully as he glimpsed at his image in the mirror in the visor as he started the SUV up. A common joke among the two of them, at least when they started to go out, was that they were so similar in body shape and size that it was hard to tell where Erin the woman ended and Arron the man began (or maybe it was just other people laughing at him, he wasn't too sure.) He was slim in figure and he kept in shape as best he could. He even tried to put on some muscle and weight but all it did was serve to give his legs, thighs, and calves more definition. Arron once had mixed up the clothes and he had worn her yoga pants for a day before she pointed out the mix-up.

She had never quite let him live it down.

Still, being unemployed after years in a suit had its benefits, one of which was not having to keep his physical appearance in a ship-shape condition. Blessed with genetic dispositions for hair growth on his head, Arron managed to place his long brown hair in a low ponytail, brandishing a small band to hold it in place, before he pulled off the freeway and followed the directions towards Target. There would be a few things he needed to pick up to help with tidying up the place and it wouldn't take too long.