F or one Shabbos we’d brought two carry-ons one sheitel box one hatbox and a garment bag. I thought that was a lot until I glanced over at the next couple who were hefting literally double the amount of luggage except for the hatbox.
Why did she need a second sheitel over Shabbos? Did I need a second sheitel over Shabbos? At least I had Shifra as a wardrobe consultant. This shabbaton I must look awesome. More awesome than usual because this shabbaton I am stretching I am making a friend.
Rafi was schmoozing with the guy behind the desk. I didn’t mind we’d probably end up with a better room. I looked up at the woman standing next to the overloaded trolley. Given how many suitcases she had brought she probably wasn’t my type. I doubted even Shifra would bring this much. But I can smile right? That’s like a normal thing to do acknowledge we’re part of the same group retreat and stuff.
She wasn’t looking in my direction. In fact she was ignoring me. Why? I looked down at my dress literally a shapeless sack and a coarse rope necklace like they took it straight off the boat. Shifra says it’s chic. At least it’s comfortable. So glad the tailored pencil skirts and tucked-in-shirt days are over.
