For lunch today I walked uptown to get a chicken salad sandwich and some chips from Toomer’s Drugs. If I’m not careful this could turn into a habit — if I worked in a closer building like Hargis or Biggin, I would be in trouble, for their chicken salad sandwiches are extraordinary. I suppose two blocks there and two blocks back is just far enough to walk so you only go there once a week. I’m in a good location.
Last week, while I was there waiting on my sandwich, I let my eyes wander over the Auburn paraphenalia when I noticed the orange gloves. They were muppet gloves; just like my muppet socks that I so enjoy in the winter. Err, in case you’re wondering, I call them ‘muppet socks’ because they look like they were made out of one. Just as my mind began to think, “Awesome!” my sandwich was ready and the gloves fuzzied out of my mind.
I noticed the gloves again today and I got to have a good look at them where they were hanging near the checkout counter. Not only are they orange, they also have blue muppet fur around the wrist-covering part. They are true Auburn muppet gloves, made out of Grover and that orange Elmo-like girl; I forget her name.
Then I noticed what they were called: Magic Gloves. MAGIC GLOVES! Oh, they are marketing after my heart with that title. I can see myself walking down College Street, wearing my Happy Magic Muppet Gloves, and having a wonderful day. Oh, happy glove!
Alas, I didn’t have money enough for both my sandwich and the Magic Happy Gloves, and my stomach won out today. No Magic Gloves for Carrie; just a scrumptious chicken salad sandwich. With some chips.