I am in a cavernous store, the size of COSTCO.
It is basically a tourist trap.
Actually part of a series.
In a resort.
In the mountains.
This one is a candy store.
Each day they take us to a different one.
I wasn’t interested so I wandered off.
Then I remembered I could buy something for my wife.
She loves chocolate.
Although it looked like a Hershey store.
And she much prefers dark chocolate.
I make my way back to the counter I remember.
I ask the lady there if she has anything with dark chocolate.
She smiles and says yes.
An older lady, plump but not fat.
Dressed in a sort of Orange.
Wearing an open sweater and slacks.
Dark blonde hair.
Reminds me of our nanny.
To my surprise she does not just point.
She leaves the counter.
I wait there.
She goes across the store.
There are stairs in the center.
Like at a mall.
She disappears upstairs.
I see other sales ladies coming down.
They are carrying fancy dresses.
Eventually mine comes down too.
Carrying a dress.
The color of dark chocolate!
I must have wandered into a completely different store.
I feel ridiculous.
Then I wonder.
Maybe my wife would like this instead.