Best Friends

I gaze into the glass case, and wonder if it would be rude to shop with my sun glasses on! I ask to try on a three stone emerald cut. Why have one best friend when you can have three right?! I slide it onto my powerful right hand, because I am an independent woman and I am buying it for me! It is the most beautiful ring my right hand has ever been embellished with. But as I flip the tag over to read the price … it swiftly becomes a ring my right hand will likely never again be embellished with!!

I’m about to walk out, when I think, well since I am here, I might as well try rings for my left hand too – just so that it doesn’t feel left out;) And so begins a half hour of trying on round cuts and princess cuts, half carats and one carats, marquis, oval, square, and all the bands to match! It’s so much fun! I’m considering finding a fiancé, to go with my rings! And then I think, well that’s just absurd and decide to go shopping for the more affordable and instantly satisfying, hot dog on the corner.

But as I leave she says, “Miss, your ring” – apparently I have left the one I came in wearing, on the counter by mistake. I rush to get it, and Mr Security leeringly says “Tiffany diamonds tend to do that to you.” And I think to myself…human best friends are so much better to invest in because even when chiseled, polished and sparkling, rocks are not enough to make a girl laugh 'till she cries over a cup of tea.

To all my best friends…right next door and across the seas…I love you much! Sip a virtual tea with me!