There’s a little clothing store on my way to work. On a nice day there’s always a rack of pretty dresses out on the sidewalk to taunt me. Most days I don’t have enough time to walk to work and shop, so I walk past and give them a good hard look.
Yesterday I was early for work. The dress rack won. I contemplate dress after dress. I take one off the rack and hold it up to myself. At the same time a 75-year-old regular on a bike, and in bike shorts for whoever wants to imagine that, stops to say hi. He tells me,
“If I had my wallet I’d buy that for you.”
I wish you had your wallet.