Maybe its the drugs

While visiting with Betsy today she told me about a dream that she had about a store called "Things are not what they appear" hereafter, referred to as "Things" .

"Things" is a store in the village (sounds like The Prisoner to me) that caters to the hoity toity-- it sells furniture that the villagers all think that is just the best.

One day Betsy was drawn to "Things" by the crowd coming and going from the place. As she approached "Things" Betsy was struck by the perfect little girls in their perfect little frocks who were making their perfect little dogs (Yorkshire terriers) do tricks in front of the store. Oh my, how this delighted the crowd!!

Betsy purchased a few pieces of furniture from "Things": a sofa and an armed dining room chair. The pieces were exquisite. Or so it seemed; the arms on the chaired separated from the frame every time the chair as moved and the sofa cushions were as hard as rocks.

This pissed Betsy off to no end and she returned to "Things" to give them a piece of her mind.

Once again as she neared the place, Betsy was struck by the crowd. Everyone was oohing and aahing about the merchandise (and I suppose the puppies.)

Well, Betsy wasn't going to have any of that. She told everyone about the crappy furniture. She said they needed to open up eyes. They needed get real and to see things for what they were, not what they appeared to be.

There's a lot more to the story and as I listened to it I thought it could be a cool short story. I know a couple of writers monitor this blog (Greg, I think this is more you than Mary Jo) the first one to invite Betsy to dinner gets the story.