Meet Melissa. She's the clutch you're really thinking about when you're with your everyday handbag. Sure, your everyday handbag has been with you through thick and thin. It's served you well, holding everything you need - wallet, 3 pairs of sunglasses, a random child's sock, a small umbrella, several 6-month old cheerios from a spill, a half empty water bottle and more crumbs and stains than you can count. It's seen better days and it has gotten a bit rounder than it used to be. Sometimes if you squint at it you can still remember the way it used to look. But then there's Melissa. Oh...Melissa. She's shiny and compact. Sure she holds only the essentials, but she's built for show. You imagine how you look with Melissa on your arm - sexy, powerful, confident and unphased. She makes you look GOOD. And although your everyday handbag has remained faithfully by your side, it's just not what you need at night. Your nights belong to Melissa now.
As Courtney was handed the rule pamphlet, she swore she saw the Da Vinci code. Symbols swirled around, English words became foreign and strange. She somehow now knows how to set up a VCR after reading them, but still does not quite understand how to win atMahjong.
Last week she ordered each of them one of those gadgets that shatters your car window in case of a full water immersion. She also ordered a wind up radio. You know, in case the power grid goes down. She changed the air filters in the house last month, and commented that Olive Garden is a heck of a deal if you get a family sized pan with a five dollar take-home add-on. She’s been cracking open a Bud heavy after yoga class lately, and finally decided to try out a MyPillow.
But here she sits, six years after her appointment with WIDK reporting on milk prices, beauty pageants, the occasional car theft, Alderman election scandals, and downtown green space clean up efforts. This stupid little town doesn’t deserve her. She’s meant for greatness, and she despises their perky greetings on the streets....
