Monday, September 20, 2010

the woman stepped out of the taxi....

onto the sidewalk,
 in front of BERGDORF GOODMAN.....
a nice stroll through her favorite haunt would surely boost her spirits !
perhaps a purchase or two .....
after all, she was in dire need of a new, cashmere sweater.....
a new pair of leather gloves.....
a 'gotham' salad....
yum....
DIRE NEED !!
the seasons were rolling by, oh so quickly......
and it occurred to her, in a moment of sublime clarity,
that she'd better prepare for what was to come.....
STORE SOME ITEMS for future seasonal shifts...and so on....
stockpile clothing and such....:}}

as she entered the store,
a leprechaun approached her !
yes !!
a leprechaun or some derivative thereof.....
he was dragging a heavy sack of silver coins....
through the hallowed halls of the elegant establishment.....
and there was something written on the sack......
a name,,,,,
HER NAME !!!!
WHAT ????
he motioned for her to follow him up the escalator......

as they reached the second floor....
she saw a sign painted on the wall opposite the escalator......
the sign read,
"STOP HERE !!!"
"YOU ARE HOME"

WHAT ???
the leprechaun pulled on her pants leg,
motioning to her to get off on the landing
 in front of the sign......
there were RED ARROWS ....
NOT RED FLAGS !

pointing toward a door.....
the door was antiqued with gold leaf.....
a wide door......
not ominous exactly....
but curious to be sure......

she walked, with a certain amount of trepidation,
 toward 'said' door.....
**note that she'd been in this store literally hundreds of times.......
this door did NOT EXIST in real time !!....
just saying!

an alarm, THE LOUDEST SHE'D EVER HEARD, went off !!!
the store was being evacuated !!
there was a bomb scare !!!
they were ordered to leave the building immediately !!!

the leprechaun was NOWHERE TO BE FOUND !!!

as she stood outside in the sunlight, she found herself wondering whether she'd imagined the whole thing......
she appeared to be the only "EVACUEE".....

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