Wishing Upon A Star

August 2 Shopping Coup

I think this stems from my long history of parochial schools, which I attended from kindergarten through twelfth grade. That’s thirteen years of uniforms. My first job was as an aide in a nursing home. Another uniform. I think I worked there for about five years.

College was at Boston College, which didn’t require a uniform, but most of us wore one anyway. That one just happened to be jeans and sweaters and Topsider shoes. A yellow rain slicker was also required in inclement weather. Ski parkas were de rigeur for the harsh winters on the Heights.

Hence I have to have a lot of clothes. Too many clothes. I have no place for all that I own. But it doesn’t stop me from constant shopping.

Which brings us to today. I went to the mall to pay my Macy’s and Filenes bills. Simple enough, right? Ah, but you’re forgetting the bright red sale signs. Signs telling you to take an extra percentage off the already marked down price.

Impossible to resist.

I started going through the racks. I found a pair of khaki pants that were marked down to twenty -two dollars, and were supposed to be an additional fifty percent off. Seemed like a bargain too good to pass up. I grabbed a couple of other blouses and made my way to the cashier. She started ringing the purchases up. Everything is marked down as expected. Except the pants. They were $1.07!

I do not kid you. They cost one dollar and seven cents!

I can wear them once then throw them out at that price! And they’re supposed to be made from that non-wrinkle fabric.

Let me tell you I was grinning when I left that department!

I have a reputation of being a shopping queen. Several years ago a newspaper wrote an article about me and my bargain hunting, but I think this is my best purchase ever.

I did get several other good deals in other stores, like a white blouse, and a pair of blue silk pants and a raspberry silk shirt. All good deals, but no where near the pants.

All my wandering today exhausted me. This is a very odd thing. I think I just must be tired in general, because I tend to have tons of stamina. Especially when shopping is involved.

Part of the problem is also this heel thing I have. I’ve self diagnosed this (thanks to the Internet) as Achilles tendonitis. It kills, it’s swollen, and it needs to be iced. I know I should go to a doctor to have it officially diagnosed. But I don’t do doctors.

I go to a walk in clinic when I get my chronic bronchitis/sinusitis/pharyngitis plague, but that’s it. I don’t do doctors for anything else. I have no logical explanation, other than that I don’t like them and can’t be bothered. I know it’s stupid, but that’s just the way it is.

Tonight’s a good night to pamper my heel though. Ally McBeal is on, and I can sit and be a couch potato.

And smile about my good shopping day.

EEEEEEKKKKK!

I almost forgot! I heard from Michael! I sent him this joke:

Deep within a forest a little turtle began to climb a tree. After hours of effort he reached the top, jumped into the air waving his front legs and crashed to the ground. After recovering, he slowly climbed the tree again, jumped, and fell to the ground. The turtle tried again and again while a couple of birds sitting on a branch watched his sad efforts. Finally, the female bird turned to her mate. "Dear," she chirped, "I think it's time to tell him he's adopted."

He sent me a two line response thanking me for the joke and telling me he’s back.

Mr. Verbose as usual.

God forbid he should give me any information. And makes his living with words. Just not to me.

Things are back to normal.

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