Yesterday I wandered around the entire strip, looking in the windows of stores I've never been in, and when I got to the last store I saw the coolest leather jacket ever. White stripes down the sleeves--like a motorcycle jacket from the 60's--with just enough zippers to not be plain. There's nothing worse than a jacket with too many zippers. I've been wanting a cool jacket to wear on my motorcycle ever since I got a motorcycle.
After my girlfriend got to work we both had an hour and a half to kill (my lunch break, her beginning-of-work lull, which apparently isn't exclusive to 8 am shifts), so I walked her over to the store to show her the uber cool jacket. They had a small; I tried it on; she said it was super-hot on me. I saved looking at the price until this moment, thinking I could put it in my vibrational checkbook. A fancy leather jacket could cost anywhere from $100-300, right?
As it turns out, it's not leather at all, though it looks and feels real, and the store isn't where the rich and famous shop. So for $24.99, I got my fancy leather jacket. And I'll never tell.
But here's the kicker--my girlfriend is a skeptic. This is due to years of training from her husband (we are polyamorous), the classic scientific mind, years of struggling with a fucked-up religious upbringing, and a facet of her personality that has to do with being from Missouri. And her comment, when I was going on about my luck at finding such a steal?
"Maybe it's those vibrations."
She was probably being a smartass. Or maybe not.
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