I stared at the eye-candy displayed all around me, thinking, how do you find something to pull your sugar up in Macy’s? I was devastated. And then, miracle of miracles, near one of the registers was that delicious temptation known to all female chocoholics by name. It is the Goddess of chocolate that seduces, the one with the gorgeous name that surely the God’s bestowed…Godiva.
Godiva’s! My heart danced and my feet picked up speed. Over to the register I went, snagged a bar and then froze. Oh no, Godiva doesn’t come cheap and I only had enough cash on me to purchase the purse. And I simply refused to put a Godiva on my charge card. My head tilted, not from delight, but the low blood sugar. Sighing, I laid the Godiva on the counter and pulled the money from my wad of cash.
After the sales person rang me up, I couldn’t decide where to eat this magnificent delight. I mean, you don’t stroll through Macy’s with an open Godiva in your hand. I’m sure you’d be frisked to keep you from sullying the merchandise. And then I saw it. The sign that led down my hall of memories. The Women’s Restroom.
All but running down the aisles, I went to my place of the past, launched myself through the door and flung myself down on one of the comfy chairs in the waiting area.
As I nibbled the Godiva, enjoying every inch of it, I laughed. God help the security crew if they’re watching. Nothing “iffy” going on here, just some middle-aged woman getting a rush from a Godiva. Who knows, they may have laughed themselves, especially if there were any of the old crew who used to watch me and my friend walking with knees knotted, roaring laughter as we searched desperately for an empty stall. You never know…if they ever connect the footage, I could wind up on YouTube. Heck, maybe I should consider visiting again, that type of promo would surely drive traffic to your website.
Anyway, to tie up the loose ends, I left Macy’s on a chocolate high. No purse in hand, I couldn’t find the exact one. But I did have the chocoholic fix to sustain me. So, I aimed the car down the street, the next retail therapy store in my sites.
And for those who need a happy ending, I did find the purse. The purse and I have become one over the Holidays and know each other well. Well enough that I confidently hide my Godiva inside its Bermuda Triangle. You can bet if it disappears in this one, I’m goin’ in. There’s no way anything else is laying claim to that Goddess of chocolate. That’s for me and the ladies room…or maybe You Tube…I might be tempted to share it with a You Tube spot 🙂
Shallaki acheter. boswellic acid sans ordonnance. If you would like to read ‘Christmas On The Strand’ please click on the cover.