Monday, May 7, 2018
Sometimes you go into a pet store, and can successfully ignore all the barky waggy puppies, until at one point you hear a short sharp YIP and turn around to see a small dog boring holes into the back of your head. he KNOWS he's got you.
You walk away, all the way to the door, and you can still hear that one YIP, and see that face. And you go home with a dog you didn't know you needed.
Today I was in the Salvation Army store; not really looking to buy, and I passed a rack of men's jackets. Hanging on the very end of the rack was a well used, well kept blue/purple/green plaid (you know the color) work jacket, with a fleece lining. Cuffs a bit worn, but when I put it on I realized they were too long and I'd probably have to cut them off. Somewhere in the back of my head, I heard that puppy. YIP.
I put it back on the hanger. Moved on and inspected the furniture, the curtains, the used books, the dresses, the shoes. was working my way down the last aisle to the checkout counter, and I heard that YIP again. The tail was wagging, and oh, those eyes...
It's a bit narrow across the front, but I don't need to button it, and yeah, the sleeves will need to be shortened, badly. But it isn't every day you can buy a well loved well used Abercrombie and Fitch work jacket for $6...
Posted by mittens at 6:11 PM