No One Would Buy That Thing
My new neighbor asked if I wanted to go shopping with her.
This is like waving a honeycomb in front of a hungry bear.
When she said “thrift stores” I was all in.
The day was delightful; we had similar tastes.
Enjoying some things, laughing at other things.
“No one would buy that crazy thing!” she said at the checkout counter.
Pointing to the ceramic bull planter.
I took my change and picked it up.
“I would!” I told her. “Wait until you see my bull room.
It is one of the few things with a bull on it I did not already have.”
“So, you like it,” she said. She looked at it hard and smiled.
“I love it!” I told her. Different opinions cannot hurt this friendship.
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