2009-10-08 - 9:00 p.m.
No. Erin, no. It's too much. I won't do it. I can't do it.
I think about that briefly. It is possible that I'm being unfair. But am I going too far? No. I decide that I'm not.
(Actually, I decide that what I'm doing is really quite funny. Shuhei is unemployed, again, and there is no telling when he's going to finally find a job. In the meantime, I'm paying for everything. And I'd like to be able to say that I'm happy to do it but, I'm not. I resent it. I resent it in a big, big way.)
And so it was that I sent Shuhei away with a little shopping bag and a receipt to exchange the wrong-sized bra that I accidently bought for a right-sized one.
(I know, I know, how did I accidently buy a wrong-sized bra? I'm a little too old for that, no? In fact, it happened because I'm now so old that these days when I find clothes that I like I tend to buy them in two different colors. I've become so ridiculously fussy and set-in-my-ways that the things I like, and can afford, are so few and far between that I need to get two colors. Sometimes three. And so it was that, already in love with my new blue bra, I went back for another in orange and accidently got the wrong size. In retrospect, I think it might be possible that on some level of sub-consciousness I did it on purpose. I really did think that what I was now doing to Shuhei was funny...)
Shuhei returned half an hour later. How was it, I asked. Fine. Did you try to find the right size yourself or just ask for help right away? Shuhei said he asked for help right away. Who helped you? An old lady? A younger girl? I'm making absolutely no effort to conceal how much I'm enjoying this and Shuhei is being very patient. I'm still pissed about his employment situation, but this is going keep me going for another couple of weeks.
