I ignored it at first. Just a blogger doing my due diligence, checking to make sure they also own Elastic Wonder before I blog about it. And they do. Feeling like an addict, I needed to get out of there, with my wallet still intact.
"Come here." it commanded. A deep, electronic voice. Like an army sergeant. An authoritative, confident robot.
"Stop it," I said. "I'm not a child."
"Yes, you are." the fabric said to me. You always have been. "You need a hoodie. You need athletic mesh, me, a gunmetal zipper, a drawstring with gunmetal stops, create an interior iPod breast pocket, and go for a run. Or go to the supermarket. Just make it, slip it on, and go wherever you go. And make a similar version for your son."
"Shut up," I said. "I've got other things to do."
"Sure, don't we all?" He winked at me. "Just take a swatch. Go home, and think about what you're missin'. Hey, stop off at one of those big stores and try to buy a RTW one like what I can do for you. Good luck with that. I'll line the hood, give the body and interesting band of detail..."
I took a swatch.
"I'm just $11 a yard. A yard is more than you need."
"Shut up." I said.
"You'll be back..."
Phew, I'm so glad that I'm not alone hearing fabrics in my head. That robot is certainly a enabler, isn't it?ReplyDelete
"Pusher" is a better word. Yes, he's awful.Delete
At least it wasn't a Dalek or Cyberman. ;)Delete
Ah... Dr. Who references... I had to look them up!Delete