I latterly procured a new Thesaurus. I cannot fathom what forged me to do it. I was at a provincial book emporium, riffling the derogate bins, and envisioned it. It cost over twenty-five dollars in its primordial state and was forthwith on sale for a scant five dollars and ninety-five cents. It seemed like an expedient covenant.
It was a sweeping tome with a vivid lamina and multitudinous pages. The distaff moppet vendor was daunted by my procurement. She beamed as she rung up the transaction. As I left the boutique, I savored the sentiment that I had realized a propitious entity for myself. I was filled with valiancy, amour-propre and felicity.
By and by my disposition permutated. I ascertained myself riddled with incertitude. Was the volume a beneficent buy? Or did I presently acquire a futile contrivance? My psyche hastened. Being an abated item it was non-commutable. I was lodged with it. And then a heinous contemplation smote me.
What if I never got a chance to use it?!
Steve Rudnick
5/8/08
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