I return this defective product to you with a heavy heart.
About two years ago, I spotted this lovely green umbrella in your store. It wasn’t one of those little cheap ones, either. It had a nice handle, and the price was near $20. It made me think of all the good parts of spring showers and I considered buying it then.
Subsequent trips brought me near the green umbrella, but I passed by it without putting it in my cart. I imagined walking along the Main Street of my town, going up to buy ice cream under my umbrella.
My daughter needed a slip for her prom dress, my son’s several dozen or so pairs of white socks now grey needed replacing. Nodding in greeting to the green umbrella, I thought of Christopher Robin and his feint to fool the bees in the Hundred Acre Wood. School supplies list purchased. Thanksgiving time and new water glasses. Pictures of romantic kisses under the umbrella as a privacy shield. …Sigh…
Last minute Christmas shopping for my nieces. Travel kits for a trip overseas. How sweet a stroll down the Seine would be with my parapluie verte. I ignored its liveliness reminding myself I didn’t need it. I stuck with the trusty old one for now. Soon. Soon, I told myself.
Before taking my new college student up to her dorms last summer, we purchased sheets, lamps, towels, pj’s, and toiletries galore. A new start for her, and a new reality for me. This was the time to buy the umbrella I loved. So I did.
Somehow it got lost in the side entranceway, because I had forgotten about it all winter. Polar vortex indeed. We didn’t see above freezing temperatures for months. Finally, the rain arrived and its persistence wore away the piles of snow in my driveway and lawn.
With much anticipation, I took the tags off my green umbrella. Changed my puffy coat for the trench, and stepped outside to greet the milder weather. With an unsnap and a click on the release button, I headed towards the car. Then, disaster. Before it was even opened, one of the metal thingies snapped. Instead of hope, I held disappointment.
This, you can have back. I learned a lesson. Sometimes it is better to want a thing than to have it. Ultimately the dream of it can’t match the reality, especially if reality is not what I am after. I should treasure the fantasy as a gift itself.
** Update **
I took my umbrella to Target and they replaced it no questions asked. Now all I need’s a plane ticket to Paris!! 🙂