Ultimately, while I could choose to question this confoundment of terms, I will not. Instead, I will choose to call her a surrealist, and I will admire her just as Jean Paul Sartre inevitably would. I must learn to think outside the box...
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
strawberry wunder unders
Today, as I was manning the pants section, a guest approached me with a question. She held up a pair of black tights and asked me what other flavours these pants came in.
Flavours? I thought to myself, rather puzzled. While I usually refer to a variety of this sort as colours, she seemed to feel differently. At first, I exchanged a few awkward glances with a coworker. Then, I shrugged and gestured to the grey and blue tights in the same style.
