Today I met Sylvia at West Edmonton Mall after work.
"I bought a new bag!" she said, eyes gleaming as she held up a large, squarish rainbow-striped bag. It seemed to be made of paper. "It's a Coach!"
She mentioned how much she paid, and I stared at the bag, somewhat dumbfounded. I tried to hide my reaction.
"It sure doesn't look like that bag is worth that much money, but if it makes her happy..." I thought.
My dubious expression must have given me away, for Sylvia suddenly stopped explaining the bag's virtues in mid-sentence.
"Earl. EARL. This is not the bag. This is just a shopping bag. The Coach bag is inside."
"Oohhhhhhh," I said.
She's since shown me the real bag, and I must admit - it's a beauty. Much nicer than the shopping bag!
2 comments:
Hey Earl!
I don't mean to be nosey, but I linked you through the story going on with inco in thompson, mb - which brought me to your post of re-visiting flin flon with the wife.
awesome read, btw... I'm from thompson & found the story heartwarming. I just moved to edmonton and noticed that you're also in the big city! well...I really must get to bed (GF is poking me as I type this), but I'll get back to you soon....would like to read more of your stuff!
-Garrett
Always nice to hear from someone who's lived way up in the wilds of northern Manitoba, Garrett! Glad you enjoyed the story of our trip - I'm currently working on a sequel about the time my brother and I went back up north.
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