Petulant and Unperturbed

    Twirling another tube, "Here you'll luv this one honey" she purred revealing the bright pink. "Camilla. Our newest Spring color. Simply a must have, and perfect for that new frock you've found" she added gesturing to the bag at my feet. Eyes like a hawk this one, but never mind. Acquiescing, I nodded and she plucked a new box from the shelf behind her and trotted off to the register and the precarious pile of beauty in a box.

    "Damn that man!" muttering to myself, an elderly lady skiddle away as I resheathed my credit card.
$254.35 of therapy later I wander away from the bright lights of the make-up counters and strolled past, why me oh my! Shoes. Duh! What shopping extravaganza would be considered complete without a pair of sweet or slinky sandals to show off my pedicure? Ignoring the rapid decline in my monthly budget I swiped again. The magnetic strip amazingly still worked.

     Dangling from my fingers, the prize- a darling pair of chocolate peep-toed kitten heels I tossed mélange of bags into the trunk and listened to it whisper back shut on its own. Not as satisfying as slamming, but luxury does come with a price and apparently gratification for temper tantrums was not one of them.

    Ensconced in the warming leather seat, I started the journey back. A cold driving rain started, pelting the windscreen as the wipers whipped back and forth of their own accord. The long drive did nothing to improve my attitude and as I turned off the road like a beacon, the multitude of lights proclaimed I had arrived at my destination. Back home.