Feedback wanted copyrighted Aria(crune@coqui.net) 1998 Just My Luck by Aria(crune@coqui.net) My best friend had been looking for a decent bathing suit for weeks. It was very hard for her to find THE bathing suit considering just how darn picky she is. IT had to be the right color ("not pink, or bright yellow, or red, or fushia. . ."), the right size ("No! N-o!! its wayyy too loose on my butt!") and the right price ("35 freakin' dollars?!! What the hell! Do ya think I'm rich?!!" ). These factors made THE bathing suit about as easy to find as the Holy Grail (you know its out there, you just can't find it). She was obsessed about finding the right bathing suit because it was the first time she was going to the states and she wanted to look *good* (as if she was an ogre looking for the magic bikini that would transform her into a princess). That summer we were both going to paradise--Florida, home of Disney world and villas with TVS in all four rooms. . . heaven. Anyway, after an extensive search through the different malls and stores in my home town and pouring over hundreds of catalogs, poor Rita was going to Orlando bikiniless and with an old black and white one-piece. Let me clear something: Rita is not a bimbo. She didn't spend the entire vacation moaning and groaning over THE bathing suit, but she looked for IT in all the malls we went to (and we went to quite a few considering my (mother's a mall-aholic). I remember Rita asking me to come over to her fitting room (for the millionth time) to "give her my honest opinion on the bathing suit" ("Are you sure I don't look fat?"). Seeing as to how I practically worship my best friend (we grew up together), I didn't say anything, but my patience was wearing thin. Another dilemma between bathing suits ( "The bikini or the one-piece? What do you think? Nah, I hate them both.) and I was sure I was going to either scream, or hit Rita, or throw up, or all three. Oh, the day she found IT! IT was in a mall called Altamonte and it was around five o'clock, I was dead tired already from running around after Rita. We had entered a 5 7 9 store and I was telling her to give it up. She was close to saying "ok" but then she saw IT. IT was a boy-cut two-piece, blue and green, very pretty I admit. She tried IT on, looking for THE right size and --surprise!--they had it. Rita was so happy and most definitely so was I (more than she, I think). Actually, Rita was so happy that she payed far more than the right price for IT, without even batting an eye. We came to the villa that afternoon happy and satisfied and had a great day. We woke up the next morning ready to go explore one of Orlando's numerous water parks (Rita was going to show off her new bathing suit, of course). She reached for the bag and took out the bathing suit. When I turned to her, she had a funny look on her face. "What is it?"I asked. "The saleslady didn't put the bottom piece in the bag". **************************************************************************** feedback