An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

An Italian-American living la dolce vita in the Deep South

Thursday, February 26, 2015

A Story that Ends Rather Abruptly



Once upon a time (this morning) a somewhat young-ish girl needed a break from writing, so she decided to go to the shopping.


Now because this somewhat young-ish girl is going on a little trip this summer, she thought she'd start planning her Italy wardrobe. So with visions of outfits dancing in her head -- outfits to wear while walking around Rome or while cruising along the Amalfi Coast -- off to the mall she went.


She shopped here and she shopped there. She had a coffee at Starbucks. She shopped upstairs and she shopped downstairs. She even shopped outside. Three hours later ... THREE HOURS! ... she returned home. Here is a list of what she bought:


A black tank top.


THE END


P.S. If the girl's sister calls to yell at her for buying yet another black tank top, the girl will politely say, "I have no idea what you are talking about."




1 comment:

Lisa said...

Haha! But it's the thrill of the hunt, not what you end up bagging that makes it all worthwhile! (You can't have too many black tank tops, regardless, though. Really.)