Object Of My Desire

Yesterday I stopped into my favorite thrift and began to casually peruse the aisles.  As I turned into the kitchen section my heart began to pound out of my chest.  I was standing in front of one of my holy grail, rarely spotted, always wanted, items.  The yellow-ware banded bowl.  Standing in my way was an innocent older lady in striking distance of my object of desire.  She wasn't even looking at it but I could tell she was sensing my eager anticipation to get within grabbing distance.  She stepped aside. I went in for the kill.  I grabbed, I mean casually lifted it off the shelf.  Yes, it was exactly what I had expected.  I ran, I mean I walked casually to the check-out.  (The bowl was unmarked)  I held my breathe while the clerk looked at the bowl.  "Would fifty cents be O.K." " Fine", I shouted, I mean I casually said.  I grabbed, I mean politely took the bowl out of her hands and crammed it inside my purse for safe keeping.  "Thank-you" I said as I ran to my car looking over my shoulder all the while.  I hopped in the car and locked my doors.  It was mine, mine, mine and I was soooooooo happy.

Comments

[James]

I LOVE those bowls!!! you're so lucky - I've wanted the same one for ages!