Things Left

Yesterday Kristine and I went shoe-shopping. We split up to browse in the gender-appropriate sides of the store, and when we met up again, Kristine held up a shoe box with some writing scratched in the top. "Look at this," she asked.

The impression in the shoebox read, "Going in hospital. Please hold for one week, 12/20/05." Which raised a slightly macabre question: did the lady ever make it out of the hospital? Or did she recover and decide that as long as you had your health, another pair of pumps wasn't that important. Such intimate speculations about a stranger, just from a random find in one of those famously impersonal big box stores.

Tags: Shopping; Randomness