The Pink Boa

Syd and I were just walking through Roberts looking for wedding stuff and over the intercom we hear that the next person at the customer service desk with a pink boa wins a prize. As quickly as Syd could point me toward the aisle, I was sprinting through Roberts with a hot pink feather boa in my hand. As I came to a stop I realized I was the only person slightly interested in the competition and that every second I allowed that effeminate scarf tickle to tickle my hand the longer I was unable to call myself a real man. I won a card creation set, enough to make two cards and as I carried that trophy around with me, a part of me died. I'm not such a fan of Roberts anymore.