A Shoppers Impulse

Sitting on the very top of the corner shelf was a tiny cherry red ball. The red ball shined in the glimmering overhead lighting that beat down upon the hustle-bustle of unsuspecting customers. Almost taunting me in the way which it complacently sat  not moving, I stretched out to grasp the tiny product. The ball was about 4 inches in diameter, with what appeared to be a latex type coating encompassed around the rubber like framework. The redness color of the ball was similar to the color of the wagon my younger brother used to pull his toys around with when we were young. Shining slightly when tilting your head from one way to another, one could almost feel the joy foreboding upon its touch. Arm extended, fingers unraveled from a fist tight grip I stretched out to seize the toy. Inhaling slightly, my height deceives me. A couple inches short of obtaining said red bobble, my anxiety over the possible loss quickens slightly and the necessity of owning becomes essential.

Unconsciously, I begin slightly hopping up in a pathetic pursuit of obtaining the little red ball. This feeble attempt being unsatisfactory in gaining my prize, I am left with an even stronger burning desire for this common object. Scanning the adjacent aisle for some tool to aid me in my endeavor, I find nothing but Barbie and Bratz dolls lining the very dreary and sad market driven interior shelving. Irritated at not quickly finding a solution, I choose to walk away from my minuscule desire and push onward to the rest of my holiday shopping.