I'm glad to say that my body and I made it back from the mall in one piece. Happily, the one piece I found suits me to a tee.
Not only did it fit, I liked the way it looked.
What I didn't like was the price!
I mean what did they place inside my bag?
Surely not just a bathing suit!
It's my habit to glance at price tags before trying anything on.
And though the price of my suit was surprising, there was another that never made it off the rack. One glance at that tag told me that suit had been spun from pure gold.
While paying for my purchase, I heard the owner, a guy named Grumpelstiltskin, chewing out my salesperson for not pushing the bigger sale. I couldn't help but gasp as he stamped around, insisting that the poor girl get back to the tower and work overtime, spinning flax into gold, to make up for the difference in price. When her boss stamped away, muttering about finding good help these days, I approached Rapunzel, thanked her for not manipulating me and asked if she'd like to read my blog. Unfortunately, this damsel in distress had no idea what blogging was, had never heard of e-mail, and had no clue of having been bullied.
Life lived in a tower can be narrow, indeed.
Rapunzel is so naive as to be unaware of the fact that her boss has crossed the line. I mean, Grumpelstiltskin is not even a character in Rapunzel's story!
I wonder if she has a DVD player. I'd love to smuggle 'Tangled' into the tower in hopes of inspiring this very good girl to awaken to the fact that life throws daunting situations across our paths, which challenge us to free ourselves of being manipulated from all sides!
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