This week at TheGloss, weâ€™reÂ featuring essaysÂ about regrets. If youâ€™d like to contribute, feel free to reach out to Ashley or I at Jennifer [at] thegloss.com or Ashley [at] thegloss.com
A woman is looking for tube socks.
She has been to five stores and cannot find them.
She is explaining this to a sales lady, who keeps saying, “I’m sorry, ma’am. I’m sorry.”
The woman who cannot find tube socks says, “But they used to be everywhere…”
I am standing in the hair colorant aisle at the Walgreens on Washington holding a box of Clairol Natural Instincts #35 Ebony Mocha in my right hand and a box of Clairol Natural Instincts #22 Cinnaberry in my left when the elderly woman one aisle overÂ who wants tube socksÂ says, “I’ve been waiting a long time to die, now I want to even more.”
I hear this, return the hair colorant to the shelf and quietly walk away.
Back at the office, I go to the bathroom and cry.
I should have said, â€śthere are tube socks at H+M.â€ť