[TM #294: Passing]
[Passing]
It was the dog’s fault. Really. Peter had just been passing FAO Schwartz on his way home and he would have kept walking if it hadn’t been for that giant, fluffy, pink dog in the display window. He had a special softness for dogs. He wanted their daughter to like dogs too so it seemed to stand to reason she needed a giant stuffed, pink dog. It didn’t matter that their daughter wasn’t born yet or that she was smaller than his hand. She still needed the toy.
So it had started with the pink dog. And it had ended with a stuffed, pink rocking horse, tall enough that even when she was three, she’d need a step ladder to get up on it. Peter blamed the sales lady for that one. He’d ruled it out because it wouldn’t fit in a taxi. She’d assured him that FAO could have his entire order delivered to the penthouse. How could he say no to door front delivery? Particularly when clearly, their baby girl would need the stuffed dog and the stuffed rocking horse.
And the pink rabbit.
And every kid needed a teddy bear. Pink.
And the pink turtle. What if she didn’t like dogs or horses or bears or rabbits.
And the pink seal. See excuse number three.
Who knew they made pink ducks?
Or pink cats.
Or even pink elephants.
And then there was the pink…
He might have gone a little bit overboard but really, he’d just been passing by. It was the dog’s fault.
It was the dog’s fault. Really. Peter had just been passing FAO Schwartz on his way home and he would have kept walking if it hadn’t been for that giant, fluffy, pink dog in the display window. He had a special softness for dogs. He wanted their daughter to like dogs too so it seemed to stand to reason she needed a giant stuffed, pink dog. It didn’t matter that their daughter wasn’t born yet or that she was smaller than his hand. She still needed the toy.
So it had started with the pink dog. And it had ended with a stuffed, pink rocking horse, tall enough that even when she was three, she’d need a step ladder to get up on it. Peter blamed the sales lady for that one. He’d ruled it out because it wouldn’t fit in a taxi. She’d assured him that FAO could have his entire order delivered to the penthouse. How could he say no to door front delivery? Particularly when clearly, their baby girl would need the stuffed dog and the stuffed rocking horse.
And the pink rabbit.
And every kid needed a teddy bear. Pink.
And the pink turtle. What if she didn’t like dogs or horses or bears or rabbits.
And the pink seal. See excuse number three.
Who knew they made pink ducks?
Or pink cats.
Or even pink elephants.
And then there was the pink…
He might have gone a little bit overboard but really, he’d just been passing by. It was the dog’s fault.