And if I share with you my story, would you share your 2.55 with me?

"Oh, those plastic flowers!" she screamed with disgust as she was strolling through the mall. Even the escalators were decorated with plastic flora. She looked at the passengers with huge disgrace. All she could think was: no, wearing light blue jeans with a barbie pink tee is not ok. She looked at the older lady, who was coming closer with every step. She was wearing a straight grey dress. Classic but tasteful. She had a hard look in her eyes. As if she was registering every person who stood there. She was carrying a divine handbag, black leather, gold chain and the double c marked logo. No, she wasn't daydreaming, it was a 2.55 indeed. Perfectly stitched soft, black leather with the most amazing feel to it. The woman carried it with great pride. She looked as if she could handle the world. She came closer and walked by without even looking at her.

There she stood wondering how it would feel if she ever had this box in her hands. She'd know what was in it and how it looked like but she'd still be excited. And the excitement would multiply with every gesture she'd make. Firsty she'd remove the shiny white ribbon. Then she'd open the box and see that the bag was carefully wrapped in white paper. She'd also notice the white flowers that were spread in the box. She'd touch the paper and gently move it aside. She would take the bag out of its 'package' and smell the leather. She would inhale class and exhale style.

Then suddenly a girl walked by wearing Uggs and a pair of hotpants. And instantly she was beamed back into reality. She stared at her Ugg(lie)s and almost wanted to vomit. This reality was too real, too ordinary, too depressing. She looked around and the fake flowers, chubby girls in tight T-shirts, boys wearing their pants in their socks were still there. And she wondered when she would be gone.

* I don't own the picture