Chasing the wild goose

Yesterday, my sister and I spent the morning running errands (groceries, Christmas gifts for our father, etc.) and doing a little shopping for ourselves. We visited a store where I receive a generous employee discount and she found a butter-soft leather bomber jacket that she liked. The only problem was that it was available only in a size 2.

So, the very helpful saleslady directed us to a nearby store that had a size 10 in stock, and thus began our dayof chasing the jacket around the country. When we arrived at the other store, 30 minutes away, it turned out the size 10 didn't fit properly, and neither did the 12 petite.

The salesladies called stores all around the country in search of a size 12 while we ate our lunches, but when we returned, all the other stores turned out to be liars and we weren't able to locate the elusive leather bomber in size 12.

So in the end, we traveled around the Bay Area for no reason, but we really had nothing better to do, anyway.