No One Would Buy That Thing

My new neighbor asked if I wanted to go shopping with her. This is like waving a honeycomb in front of a hungry bear. When she said “thrift stores” I was all in. The day was delightful; we had similar tastes. Enjoying some things, laughing at other things. “No one would buy that crazy thing!” she said at the checkout counter. Pointing to the ceramic bull planter. I took my change and picked it up. “I would!” I told her. “Wait until you see my bull room. It is one of the few things with a bull on it I did not already have.” “So, you like it,” she said. She looked at it hard and smiled. “I love it!” I told her. Different opinions cannot hurt this friendship.