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So last night we were at Wal-Mart. I had been in a mind of determination that I would actually buy their Raph plush. Then I started thinking about how I was trying to save for some stuff on Amazon and would prefer to do that. But I wanted to look at the plushie again anyway.
This time they had sold the other Raphs, the ones that looked especially stoned, leaving the original one that looked serene and not stoned. He's been there a while; he has a black thread under one eye that I identify him by. His tag is crumpled, too.
So I carried him around for a while as I tried to think what I wanted to do. In the end I decided I really wanted the Amazon stuff more and took him back to the shelf. But if I'd had more money, I would have wanted him too, and that fact put me into further indecision.
I got the plush down again and looked him over. This time I noticed, to my chagrin, that he was a bit dirty on his left hand. If I'm buying a plush new, I expect them to be clean! So I definitely opted not to buy that one.
A few minutes later I started thinking maybe I should have taken an antibacterial wipe to his hand and seen whether I could remove the dirt. If so, I might consider buying again. I felt sorry for that particular plush, since he's been there a long time with no one taking him home to love. And now I'm sitting here feeling a little guilty that I didn't try it and/or didn't buy him anyway, dirt and all, especially since he's been there so long and I was carrying him around a while. Logically, I know the plush can't think, but still, there's a part of my mind that really hates to "get its hopes up" and then bring them down again.
**headdesk.**
This time they had sold the other Raphs, the ones that looked especially stoned, leaving the original one that looked serene and not stoned. He's been there a while; he has a black thread under one eye that I identify him by. His tag is crumpled, too.
So I carried him around for a while as I tried to think what I wanted to do. In the end I decided I really wanted the Amazon stuff more and took him back to the shelf. But if I'd had more money, I would have wanted him too, and that fact put me into further indecision.
I got the plush down again and looked him over. This time I noticed, to my chagrin, that he was a bit dirty on his left hand. If I'm buying a plush new, I expect them to be clean! So I definitely opted not to buy that one.
A few minutes later I started thinking maybe I should have taken an antibacterial wipe to his hand and seen whether I could remove the dirt. If so, I might consider buying again. I felt sorry for that particular plush, since he's been there a long time with no one taking him home to love. And now I'm sitting here feeling a little guilty that I didn't try it and/or didn't buy him anyway, dirt and all, especially since he's been there so long and I was carrying him around a while. Logically, I know the plush can't think, but still, there's a part of my mind that really hates to "get its hopes up" and then bring them down again.
**headdesk.**
