Saddles, both gleaming and musty, surround me as I walk through Pinckney High School. A chorus of voices greets me from all sides, and I feel like Belle from Beauty and the Beast as she walks through her Provincial Town in France.
A nearby woman sells socks. Socks. I curl my lip as I spot the price. Twenty dollars for–socks?! I don’t spend that much on a bag of Strategy.
I take another look, and read the packaging. “Will keep your feet warm and dry. Wicking fibers…Made from 100% Alpaca.”
I’m allergic to wool, and I miss my wool socks. I take a chance and buy some. As I speak with the vendor, we realize we have a mutual friend, and chat.
When I get home, I stare at my new purchase. Twenty dollars is a lot of money. I rip open the package and try them on.
Cozy. I wiggle my toes, enjoying the thick, plush fabric around my tootsies.
“I spent a lot of money on socks,” I tell a friend.
“What kind of socks?”
“What’s an Alpaca?”
“Kind of like a Llama.”
“How much did you spend?”
“You bought TWENTY DOLLAR Llama socks?!”
I had to laugh. “Yes I did, and I don’t really regret it. I only regret that I didn’t buy two pairs.”
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