Tossed from Tiffany's, not once but twice.

​This is not the story I wanted to share with you today.  That one needs to be carefully crafted for more clarity.  And in my current condition of sniveling, snotting, hacking, snorting and generally feeling poorly, I am not up to creating that blog post.  In fact, I would love to be snuggled in bed right now.  That being said, I have 7 bed mates.  Five would love to be snuggling in bed with me.  Ziggy and Finnegan, however, are randy boys who are still vying for who sleeps next to me -- even though I have two distinct sides.  So while they are bantying around my office, I thought I would sit upright and share with you the time I was kicked out of Tiffany's....not once but twice.

​It was a glorious fall day like only Chicago can boast.  I was strolling down Michigan Avenue from the Art Institute to the Water Tower area with a mission.: to see if Tiffany's still had the silver knotted earrings I loved, but unfortunately lost....one. 

I just treated myself to a large iced coffee and wasn't more than an inch into it when I came upon Tiffany's.  ​

I entered and started to search for the silver earrings.  Soon my path was blocked by a behemoth security guard who sternly, but politely, informed me that in my focus to find the earrings, perhaps I overlooked the sign on the door that said no food or beverages in the store.  (I guess he never heard of Breakfast at Tiffany's.)  He offered to relieve me of my drink, but I declined saying I would finish it outside and return. 

I took a stroll around the block.  Sat in a small park and savored the air, the energy of the city, and my drink.  Upon finishing, I walked back to Tiffany's, entered, and headed back to the point where my mission was initially interrupted.  A few steps further, I spotted the earrings.  While waiting for the sales person to finish with the customer before me, my phone began ringing.  I am not one of those rude people who will take a call in public, so I grabbed my phone, turned and walked into a darkened cranny in the wall.  No sooner had I stepped in, than I was grabbed from behind and abruptly moved out by none other than my pal, Mr. Behemoth Security Guard.  He, with gentle, yet firm force, escorted me outside to discuss the situation.  Once out he explained that I had walked into the vault....of all places.  Who knew?

And recognizing me from my first trip that morning, I reckon he pegged me as a trouble maker.  Undaunted, I showed him my solo earring and explained that all I wanted to do was buy its match.  We reached a compromise:  He would accompany back into the store and stay with me while I completed my transaction.

You will see that I now have a pair and a spare.  I discovered that it was not much more to buy a pair than a spare, so I did.  I also got very prompt service being escorted and monitored by the security guard. He walked me to the door after my purchase and suggested my shopping was done for the day.  He had a cute grin which let me know if I DID want to return that day -- I could -- but only with his escort.

So this, my friends, is the tale of my two tosses from Tiffany's!

​And now that my hot lemon honey water has cooled, and the the banty boys have settled, I am going to attempt another trip to my nest to rest my delirious and weary body.