Handcuffs aren’t a great match for expensive shoulder-length gloves!
It’s been a while since Candice left. I was going trying to clean up the place a bit. As I was putting away the chocolate covered long gloves that I had slept in, I started to get nervous because they totally looked WORN. Crap. The handcuffs had scuffed the wrist area of the gloves. I should have never slept handcuffed like that. Also, the gloves had plenty of new wrinkles from wearing them and they just didn’t look new still. I started to panic and decided I have to straigten them up in order to get them back to “new” condition so I could get my refund. First, I found some shoe polish that seemed to match pretty well and I carefully touched up the areas where the handcuffs had rubbed. Then I put the gloves flat on my kitchen table, and started stacking all kinds of heavy books on them in order to flatten them out again. Jesus, this “Netflix” concept is eventually going to fuck me up. But for now, I think the gloves will be in good enough condition that they won’t question the return.
As the gloves sat there getting pressed, I started getting a little blue and lonesome. It was fun having Candice around and now the place was empty. To change my mood, I sat at the piano for a while. It started working. I think they’ll take the gloves back.
