Impulse Buy
Dec. 11th, 2006 11:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
livingdebToday I went shopping with my sister and at a craft shop, I saw a tiny flat painted wooden thing in the shape of a guitar. It is a rare beautiful shade of orange with brown strings, hole, and frets and my favorite color of yellow pegs. It is both cute and pretty. I took it out of the bin for a closer look. It is very smooth and nice to touch, like a smooth pebble you keep in your pocket. It was 25 cents. I bought it.
I really don't know what one should do with such a thing. Once when I asked what something was for, a salesperson explained it to me this way: "Anything you want."
My sister explained that you glue it to something. But the back is also painted. I could imagine drilling a hole and making a Christmas tree ornament, but I don't want to drill a hole in it. I'm just going to keep it around somewhere to look at. For now it will go on the Christmas tree, just lying on a branch. Later I'll have to think of something else to do with it.
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As I was typing this I heard a song about which I don't know what I think, but this part really tickles me for some reason:
It was a four-way stop dilemma.
We all arrived the same time.
I yielded to the man to the right of me.
And he yielded right back to mine.
Well the yield went around and around and around.
I really don't know what one should do with such a thing. Once when I asked what something was for, a salesperson explained it to me this way: "Anything you want."
My sister explained that you glue it to something. But the back is also painted. I could imagine drilling a hole and making a Christmas tree ornament, but I don't want to drill a hole in it. I'm just going to keep it around somewhere to look at. For now it will go on the Christmas tree, just lying on a branch. Later I'll have to think of something else to do with it.
**
As I was typing this I heard a song about which I don't know what I think, but this part really tickles me for some reason:
It was a four-way stop dilemma.
We all arrived the same time.
I yielded to the man to the right of me.
And he yielded right back to mine.
Well the yield went around and around and around.