It was right around 7 a.m. I was half asleep but could hear the faint chugging of the PeopleMover outside my bedroom window. Closer, I could hear bells. It took me 5 seconds to realize that my phone was ringing. I picked it up. It was my good friend, X.
She had returned to Detroit after a trip to Vegas with her boyfriend. She started to tell me about it.
“There’s a good part and a bad part.”
“What?”
“He bought me a dress…”
“That’s sweet.”
“… for 7,200 dollars!”
“That’s serious.”
“It’s blue. Really short. It’s a tube dress. The sides are all open. And it has like, black elastic strips, connecting the front and the back…”
So far it sounded all good, “So what’s the bad part?”
“No one will buy it from me.”
