What a bargain!

You won’t believe it… well, yes, you probably will.

I had an evening to kill in downtown Pleasanton, no rental to go anywhere, but too nice of weather to stay cooped up in a ten by twelve room.  I had Diana, the manager of the office I was visiting, drop me off in the heart of Dublin, a neighboring city.  I had called the hotel to arrange for a pick up when I was done wandering around.

I’m not a typical shopper.  I hate mirrors so you won’t find me in a claustrophobic dressing room, surrounded by larger than life images of me.  But I am a lover of gadgets.

I bought two Mr. Sticky’s.  Really neat lint picker-uppers, like the sticky-tape rollers you run across your clothes to remove dog and cat hairs.  Only these super duper rollers never need refills.  They rinse off — “slippery when wet, sticky when dry.”  I paid for one.  I got the second one free.  The Ron Popeil-trained salesperson threw in extendable handles — like a mop.  With the long handle, I’ll be able reach a near-perfect coiffed stranger who has just a few out-of-place hairs on black pants.  (She’ll thank me later.)  Plus I received two more gifts — can you believe it — two mini rollers for small jobs, like if I owned a Pomeranian.  In all this exhilaration, I forgot, I was traveling home on the airplane… 

After my exciting purchase, I called the hotel from my cell phone, only to discover, I’d called the phone number to the wrong hotel.  My hotel didn’t offer shuttle service.  I walked back to the hotel in the dark carrying two Mr. Stickys, a pair of tennis shoes (shoes don’t require a mirror), and a couple of outfits for the grandkids.  Over a freeway overpass.

Get the visual?  Me and Mr. Sticky.  Or rather Messieurs Sticky.  (I find it hard to be faithful to just one).  I wasn’t scared of walking in the dark, over a freeway overpass, and though the woods because I know know I can always use Mr. Sticky as a defense weapon.

Mr. Sticky was worth it. 

I’ll put one away for a stocking stuffer for Hot Wheelz.  (Should fit perfectly in my Glad Wrap Santa bags tied with a red ribbon.)  I’ll store it until Christmas in the closet right next to the Mike Scioscia bobble head doll stocking stuffer for Cheezy, the other son.  I picked it up for free at the gate of an Angel’s baseball game.

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