Shopping is not my forte. I do however, love to curl up in the luxury of good sheets and I love Internet shopping. One of the things I did a couple weeks ago is seek out a new bed companion--new soft, supple, welcoming sheets. Easy, huh?
Each day I waited in breathless anticipation for my high thread count lover's arrival to my boudoir. Each day, I waited in vain. And, then, just like the arrival of the Sultan's latest concubine, my 100% Egyptian Cotton laid before me at the door, alive and full of promise, ready to yield to my desire for a good night’s sleep.
Or so I thought. Inside I found a heating blanket. Was the God of nocturnal pleasure trying to tell me something? I was bereft at the thought of yet one more night without my sheets.
Rather than stand in line at the post office, I decided the better thing to do was dash over at lunch to the Macy’s just down the street from my office. I raced through the mall and up the Macy’s escalator to Returns; anxious to right this horrible wrong.
“A serious mistake has been made!” I cried, “Obviously this blanket is not my sheets—I must have my sheets, so away with you to refund my money.”
The three damsels it took to determine a mistake actually had been made and the 30 minutes to do the refund did not deter me.
“Bring me my sheets, wench!” I ordered.
The sheets were brought before me and I eyed them with hearty approval—so my purchase was made.
I’m sure our relationship was meant to be, because I got the new sale price and a credit for my trouble. She is a patient mistress, my sheets, but she awaits, so I must not dally here further.
It is better to wear out one's shoes than one's sheets.
~ Italian Proverb
Published on: Mar 9, 2006
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