I once asked Nancy if she ever wanted to find her parents. She said that once they abandoned her, they were no longer her parents.
So, we grew up depending on each other, becoming each other’s only family.
Now, Nancy was thrilled. “Kimberly, I still can’t believe I’m in a Maserati worth millions!”
“I never imagined this would happen.”
“How many handbags do you plan to buy, Kimberly?”
How many? I looked at my excited friend. I wasn’t planning on just a few bags. “You’ll see when we get there.”
Since Nancy loved handbags, I decided to take her to the store and let her stock up.
As soon as we walked into the store, the sales associate at the handbag counter greeted us with a bright smile. “Hi there! Can I help you with anything today?”
Her friendly attitude made me think of the surly salespeople at the previous store. Clearly, not everyone is the same.
Nancy and I exchanged grins. It was decided—we’d be shopping here.
“I’ll take this purple one,” I said.
“And this orange one,” I added.
“And this gray one,” I continued.
The sales associate, focused on taking notes on her phone, jotted down my requests.
“Besides those three, I want every other bag in the store,” I declared.
There was a loud thud as the sales associate’s phone dropped in shock.
