Yesterday, while I was out running errands, I saw the prettiest Easter dress. I took a look at the price tag and was surprised at how reasonably it was priced. Though I hadn't planned to buy a new dress this year, it was difficult to walk away from this one and so I found my size. The kind woman at the fitting room doors greeted me with a smile.
"What a darling dress," she said.
"Isn't it, though?" I said admiring it again.
"Oh yes," she continued, "The colors are so fresh and bright and work really well with your complexion."
"I thought so," I said.
Just a few moments later I handed her back the fitting room tag AND the dress.
"That's not going to work," I said.
"Oh no? Too bad. It looked so good on the hanger. What was the problem?" She asked.
"That was the problem," I said. "I am not a hanger."