Daily Wisdom 02-25-2002 The Company Store

Now she placed her hand on the image pad and received the voice approval from the power in control. She was one out of only fifteen, whose hand image would be accepted. The door opened to the store by which each shopper shopped alone, trusted to choose and leave the proper payment behind. She browsed the aisles. The merchandise was unbelievable, of a particularly nice quality and design. She was told she could pick five items each week, seems the inventory for some reason, was supplied in such a way that it limited each individual to just that amount.

She picked up a container and read the ingredients. She had to be somewhat careful. Usually the items stocked were one of a kind and opportunity for these choices may not present themselves again. A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Wow," she said. "This will be so cool. 'Before you and following you, glitter sparkles and perfumed purple mist with music,' the tag read. I so want this." She opened the lid, the most alluring melody filled the air. She cautiously placed the item in her shopping cart, she had to be frugal.

Shopping alone in the store had an eerie feel. She had never before shopped alone in any other place. With not even a proprietor present, it added to the strange ambiance. She moved over to the glass display cabinets. Each object was arranged in a most enticing way. Since she was the third to shop that week, she wondered what tantalizing treats the others got to chose. "Don't be greedy," she quickly reminded herself. She had been first much of the time and there was, after all, lots of time.

She rounded an aisle. It was then that she saw it. Could it be possible? There it was, all alone on a rack, with a spotlight shining on its presence. Clean and white, almost glowing, it stood in this place, with nary a speck of dust to mar its territory. She ran and the grasped the material. Soft and delicate, almost weightless it felt. She would defiantly take this. With tears in her eyes she removed it from the hanger and lovingly folded it into a square.

Three people shopped each day, and each were given three hours to shop. Now she had three more selections to pick for her week. This week she remembered she was going to chose a pair of ice skates and some of the candy. She searched the boxes for her size and selected a pair in ice blue, seemed appropriate. Now for the candy, her eyes fell on a bar, "A Work of Art" dark chocolate the package read. "Yes, yes," she thought, reading it. "I will take this."

"Now one more item." She looked around the room. On the glass counter, in a little silver box, was a series of cards. "Pick one" a sign says. "These are new." She moved closer and removed one at random. On the surface was written a date, November 15th and the words "Free Fish Dinner. Admit One."

"Hmm, what are these?" Now she tried to remove another, but no more would come out, no matter how she tugged. She tried to place the card back and it just fell out again. "Okay," she thought. "I will take this card, even though I have no idea what it is."

She made her way to the front of the store. She was to place her name in the record, scan her purchases and the credits would automatically be taken out of her account. Having done so, she placed her new possessions back in the cart and went through the revolving glass door.

Her home was close enough to walk and the day was beautiful. As she crossed the property and noticed the proprietor of the store drawing near. "Hello," she waved. The same lovely melody filled the outside air, it was enrapturing. It encircled her.

"Yes, thank you." The space around her was showered with sparkles and a perfumed purple mist. She watched them melt into the ground and disappear. "Wow," she said. Everywhere she walked it followed her.

"You stayed longer today than you usually do," he tilted his nose in the air and smelled the scented mist.

"Yes." She wondered if that is why he caught her leaving. Did he think she would already be gone? "Are you placing new merchandise?"

She displayed the contents of her cart. Funny, she noticed he also had a cart filled with five items and strange items they were, a torn photograph, an old airplane model, and another date card. She looked at the inscription, "Wright First Flight." Strange she thought.

" Well, I feel the happiest about the mohair sweater. It was the thing I loved the most, everyone had one and I thought I would never, they were just so expensive. Then I lost it."

"Is it really the exact same one? It still has my rhinestone pin attached." "The exact same one."

"Then the ice skates that come with the ability to leap and soar like a champion. "The Work of Art" dark chocolate. When I eat it, De Vinci will paint my portrait. I love my exclusive rewards. I love you so much."

"It's this. Do you remember what you used to ask me, long ago, 'Were the fish invisibly transported from the sea or did you multiply the existing fish? Were they fish you made up, were they funny fish?'" He pointed behind her. "Watch and tell me what you think."

The words came out of his mouth and turned into letters that hung in the air. They drifted through time. The letters spelled, "Funny Fish" she turned around and saw thousands of people spread over the land, each one sitting in prayer, giving thanks for a free fish dinner.

She looked down at the basket in her hand. It held fragments of fish, then each piece doubled, then tripled. "He duplicated the molecules," she thought. "Wow, it's good to be in heaven and owe your soul to this company store." She sat down and gave thanks.

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