But the film is a saddening bore // For she's lived it 10 times or more

One whole week. I wouldn't let myself go back there until just this last Friday. It had to be exactly 7 days time. No Salvation Army, I would hardly let myself even dream of it. Of course when Friday finally came I was actually calm, donned in 'the shirt' for a return to it's previous digs.

Why all the waiting and planning? To so irritatingly answer a question with a question: for what single occasion do the male of the species adopt such a silly charade?

Only she wasn't there. No smiles or added thanks for fashion advice or fumbling attempt to steal a moment away from the ''gently used" mega store.

At least it was funny when I came back the next day with the cleaned shirt once more to meet the same 6 newly puzzled eyes 24 hours later. I'll grow up someday.