What a Girl Wants
I have always loved the beauty of pool balls. They are so strongly pigmented, so shiny. I’m a terrible pool player, but something about the pretty, pretty pool balls captivated me.
So when I spotted one at the bottom of a mesh ball bin at the thrift store today, I plunged in to get it. I had to remove soccer balls, semi-deflated footballs, faded basketballs, all manner of scuffed and filthy sports balls that stood in the way of my pretty.
But finally I got to the bottom, and I was richly rewarded – not only was one pool ball down there, but many. Not a whole set, which is actually better, because then I could work them down on price. I offered $5 to the puzzled cashier, who had no item on her price list that covered this eventuality.
$5 lighter and much much happier, I am the proud owner.