A Tomagatchi Funeral
Today I went to walgreens to purchase some hair dye. I wanted to dye my hair a color closer to my natural color so that I wouldn't look like a circus freak when my roots began to show again. The color I ended up choosing wasn't much darker than the color I previously sported but it removed all traces of orange lurking in between the layers. I was strongly tempted to buy this red hair dye but my mom told me I would look like a clown with red hair. I will probably dye it red in the near future anyway, after I find a not so permanent dye in a similar color. As I was perusing the aisles in search of my father so I could ask his opinion on the red hair dye i passed two boys. On of them was standing on a ladder putting things on shelves. His Walgreen's uniform and the fact that he was stocking the shelves led me to deduce that he was a Walgreen's employee. As I walked past their aisle, his friend pulled a small, beeping, electronic object from his pocket saying, "Aww man, I think my Tomagatchi just died." I slowed down and he sighed and continued, "He did! He looks like a little angel! He was thirteen years old- I had him for thirteen whole days. Aww, and he had just morphed into the stage I wanted him to be." I bowed my head and said solemn prayer for the dear departed Tomagatchi. I wished him a happy afterlife with plenty of digital cheeseburgers, slices of cake, and games of rock paper scissors. I would have offered my condolences to the owner of the Tomagatchi but, as you know, I am very shy.