A receipt of you and me
Dear C– I went to get a shopping bag from the stack tucked away on my closet shelf. In between the Iceland Nordic gift shop bag and the reusable bag from the Antarctica center in NZ, there was a Bloomingdale’s bag—basic and brown—I pulled it out, it was just what I was looking for. I opened it. At the bottom, a piece of white paper. I think, a receipt? I wonder what was it for? What did I tote proudly…