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That Red Dress

I handed my cobbler three pairs of shoes—all of which needed the heels replaced.  “Who have you been chasing?”  

He’s a busy man with hundreds of brown packaged shoes lined up against the wall behind him…from the floor to the ceiling.  “If I could get this one pair by Saturday, that would be great.  That’s my work pair.”
“I give you all three on Saturday, ok?  Tell me your first name again?…Ah yes, Catherine.  I may not remember your name, but I remember what you wear.  Aheee!  Make sure you wear your red dress.  I like your red dress.”  He smiled good naturedly and waved me off for the next customer in line.
I walked back to my car, wondering which red dress he was talking about.  Was it the strapless one with etchings on the bottom?  The one I wear with a black belt?  Was it the long-sleeved one I wore with leggings?  Or was it one of my fancy silk dresses I wore on my way to a special event.  I had no idea which one he was talking about.
After toweling off  Saturday morning, I concentrated on the red garments in my closet.  Hmmm, which to put on.  I decided on the strapless dress.  That must have been it.  I wear it all the time. Casual and summery.
I popped my head into the cobbler’s shop.  “Hi!”
“Oh hello there.  Ah yes, let’s see.  You have the three pairs.  Let me find.  Here we go.”
“Beautiful, beautiful.  They look brand new.  You do such a great job.”
“My pleasure.  Thank you.  And you wear a red dress, but that is not the one.  You have a nicer one.  The silk.  Ah see.  You have people who pay attention to you.  Ahee.  Goodbye.  You enjoy your Saturday.”  And he waved me off with a wink.

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