Never send a man to do a woman’s job. You’d think I would have
figured that out by now, but I haven’t made my quota of mistakes
just yet.
Somehow I got it into my head to buy my friend a handbag. It
seemed simple enough. I’ve never had a problem buying toolboxes,
cabinets or file folders, so how hard would it be to pick up a
handbag?
“I would like to buy a handbag for a friend, please.”
“What kind of handbag,” the smiling sales lady asked helpfully.
“Uh…one that carries stuff in it, I suppose. Is there any
other kind?”
“There are very many kinds,” SalesLady enthused. “There is at
least one for every occasion and several for every personality.
What is your friend like?”
I tried to think. Unfortunately, the only thought that wandered
into my cerebrum was that maybe I should go across the street to
the hardware store and just buy her a sturdy 205-piece socket
set on sale for $74.99.
“Is she a bit wild?” SalesLady probed. “If so, we have these
exciting leopard print handbags. They are perfect for howling
out on the town.”
I tried to picture a leopard wandering into the bookshop café.
“I don’t think ‘wild’ quite describes her.”
“Ah. Well these corset bags are not quite as wild,” SalesLady
offered.
I blushed at the site. “That might be a bit too stylish for her.
She’s more…uh…”
“…conservative!” SalesLady piped in. “Here are some classic
handbags, for more conservative tastes.”
I looked at the bags. “I don’t know. These look kind of boring
to me.”
SalesLady was taken aback. “Boring? These are for professionals.
They say your friend has arrived. They say she is climbing the
corporate ladder. They say, ‘I am somebody.’ Would you call Bill
Gates boring? Would you call Donald Trump boring?”
“Donald Trump wears one of these?”
The look on SalesLady’s face said just one thing: “Men!”
“I don’t think my friend is much of a professional corporate
type. She’s more casual.”
“Casual? We can do casual,” SalesLady assured me. “Check out
these suede handbags. Feel that texture. Soft as a baby’s
bottom.”
“Hey, they are soft. They’d be great for pillow fights.”
Oops. SalesLady was taken aback again. “Ladies do not engage in
pillow fights.”
I considered the suede handbags for a moment. “I think my friend
might like something a little more trendy. Do you have anything
trendy?”
“Trendy? You want trendy? We have lots of trendy!” SalesLady got
all excited. “How about this very popular high heel shoe
handbag?” she offered.
I had to admit it was original. And trendy. But I wasn’t sure
about giving my friend a bag she could kick me with.
SalesLady read my mind. “I know,” she sighed. “You men all cower
at the site of the high heel shoe handbag. How about an equally
trendy jelly handbag instead?”
I turned it over a few times. “Where’s the peanut butter?”
SalesLady snapped the bag back and handed me another. “Your
friend will love these Initial bags,” she said, showing me
several bags with a single classy letter affixed to each. I
considered how many bags my friend would have to carry to spell
“Help, my dorky friend bought me too many handbags.” I asked
what else she could show me.
She brought out a handbag covered with lip prints. My eyes
opened wide. “Wow. How come a handbag gets all the puckers?”
“They are not real,” SalesLady assured me.
“It’s still better than I’ve ever gotten.”
SalesLady mercifully ignored my comment. “How about these vinyl
horoscope handbags?”
“Now you’re talking! My friend loves horoscopes.”
SalesLady looked relieved.
“But…”
“I know,” SalesLady interrupted “She can find her horoscope in
the newspaper. Let’s try something else. How about these little
evening handbags?”
I looked at the tiny purses. “They are cute, but they don’t have
much room to carry, say, a chainsaw.”
An hour later…
The sales clerk at the hardware store rang up my purchase.
“That’ll be $29,” she said.
I handed her the money. “Thank you,” I smiled. “I thought about
getting the 205-piece socket set for my friend, but I know she
will love this new handbag.”
“Handbag?” asked the confused clerk staring at the toolbox in my
hand.
“Yes. And if she doesn’t, at least she can’t kick me with it.”