“Hi, I’m Red” the still price-tagged shirt announced after adjusting herself on her hanger “I’m new!”
“Heyhowyadoinhowareya” the faded black shirt hung limply on her hanger and grumbled.
“What’s the matter with her?” Red asked.
Slightly-stained-but-nobody-ever-notices-white shirt looked over and said “Aw, don’t mind her, she’s just mad because she’s tired of being worn every other day”.
Red puffed up importantly and replied “Well, no need to worry, I’m here now”.
“Don’t get to cocky there Red” a pair of faded blue tie died jeans called out from the lower rung “I’ve been here since the eighties and haven’t seen the light of day in years.”
“I’m too young to remember the eighties” Red answered “Didn’t you guys have more flair back then?”
“No that was me” A retro pair of slacks from the seventies piped up.
“Shhhhhh…here she comes, here she comes” they all whispered.
The closet door opened and they all watched with multi fabric anticipation as she stood perfectly still, eyes darting left then right then left again…
She reaches for the red shirt then changes her mind.
Her hand jumps back to the hanger and stays on it for another second in mid-decision then quickly hooks it back in place.
A swift arm decidedly pulls Black shirt off the hanger and the closet door is closed once again until tomorrow.
“What the hell? But I’m NEW!” Red shouts indignantly.
“You may be new sweetheart but you’re not black.” Blue 1991 velvet Christmas shirt enlightens “You were just an impulse buy like the rest of us”.
“I want to go back! Take me back to the store this instant!” Red demanded.
And the next day, that is exactly where she went (-:
Anybody else have their finger on the impulse button?