Shopping for a new swimsuit is one of my least favorite activities.
Swimsuits have gotten smaller and smaller, so finding a modest one can be a real challenge.
“How about this little one?” she suggested, handing me what appeared to be an empty hanger.
“Where is it?” I asked, straining my eyes to see something.
“It’s there— behind the price tag.”
I looked and looked. Finally, I spotted it. It was one of those string bathing suits.
“If I had wanted dental floss,” I said as I handed it back to her, “I would have gone to the drugstore.”
“Well, how about this one?” she asked, holding up a tiny hot pink number.
“That’s a bathing suit?” I said in disbelief. “If I buy that, what will Barbie wear this summer?”