the ted baker bag needed to go back to nordstrom for minor cosmetic surgery.
i walked into the handbag department, lamented to the shop girl about its fixes and she offered to fix it right away.
she told me, though, that it wasn't going to be picked up by the cobbler man until the weekend, so i could hang onto it until then, or i could leave it with her right then and she'd make sure it made its way into the week's fix-it pile. "some people are funny about it," she told me.
"hand over a shopping bag," i told her.
and i turned ted baker on his head and gave him a few shakes.
everything inside came pouring out in a hurricane of product and plastic.
it was the most liberating thing of my life.
and then i walked out with a paper bag on my arm just like anyone else in the store. business as usual, thankyouverymuch.
throwing an allowable fit like that was a great way to start the world's worst evening.
thank you, nordstrom shop girl.
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