About a month ago, I was sitting with Missy outside Spring Street Natural waiting for Toby Joe to get off work. An hour later, he showed up.
OK you two, you have to fight over this. I only have one.
He pulled something out of his messenger bag. I wondered why I’d fight over this blue, gold green and 100 percent magenta box.
What the hell are you doing with that?
It suddenly occurred to me that Missy knew what this box was.
What is it?
Apparently, the firm where Toby Joe works recently completed the Britney Spears Fantasy perfume Web site and Stacy, a coworker, received a complimentary box full of these beauties.
Missy wanted to open it to see what the bottle looked like but I saw Ebay. I saw a desperate teenage girl in my future.
After conducting a little research I realized that the version they received was not a special release or anything of that nature. It even sports a UPC label. (I so wanted it to be signed or something.) I can’t decide what to do with it now. I know I will never wear it. Judging its package, I have a pretty good idea what it smells like. Maybe I’ll give it the person who finally buys my concrete shoe.