Wednesday, December 2, 2009
My wife and I stopped by there the other day. Retired, we seek out bargains and the Jones store was filled with them. Marked down women's wear, marked down again.
My wife tried on this and that and bought more this and that than I would have liked. I felt we couldn't afford it; We're retired. She felt we couldn't miss the bargains; We're retired. Ah, the same shade of grey but it looks different to each of us.
While my wife shopped, I took pictures. Surrounded by beautiful fabrics and clean light, I took out my little camera and set to work.
Unable to keep their silence, they asked me politely what I was doing. I told them and I showed them the pictures on the camera-back monitor.
"Oh." They understood.
I slipped out the door into the parking lot. They were right.