Crisp, my aged companion, was at times a tad clumsy. When we had dinner at Mario’s All Italian Restaurant and she managed, quite expertly, to slop the spaghetti sauce down her front.
The stain was permanent and so Crisp spied the local op shop to buy a replacement garment.
This was the day of the great zipper sale and Crisp was taken in by the vast array of zips on display. She forgot the purpose of her visit and so before she knew it she’d purchased several zips.
Her search for a new blouse had taken a back seat and she encountered a somewhat disagreeable shop assistant who looked down her nose at Crisp’s selection of a royal blue blouse. “Would look good on a younger frame,” she said looking Crisp up and down.
Crisp not to be daunted paid for her new blouse and handed the assistant one of her zips suggesting it might be useful if sown onto the assistant’s face.