Dude.
So I’ve been looking for a new coat; one that, as me Da puts it, “doesn’t look like I’m about to go skiing”. My mom and I went looking on Monday and there was this gray one I was conisidering.
Long.
“Fleet Street Wool”.
Not shabby.
But I was hoping for it in black.
We didn’t buy it. For one thing, I thought it was too expensive.
My mom insisted we go back today. I didn’t drag my feet too much if anything because I know my leaving is not on my parents’ number one happy family moments of 2006, so I’m trying.
That gray coat was still there…but I still wanted it in black. I wasn’t overly committed to it, either, so that was another thing against it. I didn’t want my parents to spend that kind of money on something I kind of fancied.
But then, my mom went and looked at this other rack of coats. She pulled out a black, long, Fleet Street Wool coat and asked me if it was what I had been looking for.
Dude. It was frickin’ amazing!
“Go, Mom!”
To make it a thousand times better, it was on sale.
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