Today I met Sylvia at West Edmonton Mall after work.
"I bought a new bag!" she said, eyes gleaming as she held up a large, squarish rainbow-striped bag. It seemed to be made of paper. "It's a Coach!"
She mentioned how much she paid, and I stared at the bag, somewhat dumbfounded. I tried to hide my reaction.
"It sure doesn't look like that bag is worth that much money, but if it makes her happy..." I thought.
My dubious expression must have given me away, for Sylvia suddenly stopped explaining the bag's virtues in mid-sentence.
"Earl. EARL. This is not the bag. This is just a shopping bag. The Coach bag is inside."
"Oohhhhhhh," I said.
She's since shown me the real bag, and I must admit - it's a beauty. Much nicer than the shopping bag!