My wife and I went to a local thrift shop
to make a few donations. Before leaving, we looked to see what was there. You
never know when you might find a spectacular bargain. This may sound a little
like winning the lottery, but, like I say, you never know. One day, in fact, we
did find just such a bargain: an ivory hand-knit Italian wool coat, ankle-length.
It was
as-new
and worth at least several hundred dollars. The price? $15. Sandy bought it
without hesitation.
A
few months later we happened to visit an upscale boutique in Carmel. As Sandy
wended her way through the aisles, I followed. Behind us was another shopper, petite,
dark-haired, perhaps in her mid-forties and smartly dressed. Her demeanor was
serious.
Sandy
paused to look at some knitted coats. She was wearing her $15 coat and I could
see that they appeared to be similar to hers. When she was done looking at them,
I checked them out; they were not as luxurious as hers. There were three sizes:
waist-length, which were quite expensive; hip length, more expensive; and knee
length, very expensive; but no ankle length like Sandy’s.
I
went back up the aisle to take another look at something and the petite lady
went past me. When I returned, she was blocking my path, so I just waited
behind her. She looked at the knitted wool coats and examined each price tag.
As she turned to leave, she saw Sandy’s coat and stopped. She looked slowly from
ankle to neck and neck to ankle and finally just stared. Apparently she did not
realize I was right behind her because I heard her softly, and slowly, syllable–by-syllable,
take our Lord’s name in vain.
© Richard Gilbert 2013
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