looking for cute, comfortable, colorful,
spring shoes. After trying many on, I
choose the $11 pair:
I go to the cashier to pay. I stand in
line. A manager, not wanting to miss
a sale because I am impatient (am I
that easy to read?), says to me, "Ma'am,
I'll take you over at that register"
As he's carefully entering the vast
information needed to process my
huge purchase, I am compelled to
browse the sock display (as we all know,
marketing is a conspiracy to add full-price
extras to your carefully-chosen items).
I need socks. I choose a package
that had been hiding behind flowery
neon socks.
Really, there were MUCH more vivid options.
So, here's where I get to my point.
I get in my car and, beacause I chose not to
have a bag, my colorful purchases are
making me smile.
Then, I notice what you, Observant Reader,
have already noticed:
THEY MATCH!
Yes, it is the small surprises
that make us want to
share our glee.
And now I have.
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