Thursday, 20 May 2010
By Claire Jean
From someplace out of the very cluttered top drawer of my dresser appeared a silver chain link identification bracelet from my youth with my name, *C L A I R E*, neatly engraved on the flat part. Why I wondered, after all this time, did it give me a thrill to see it? My guess is that either someone special gave it to me or it was the thing to have at the time.
This rather dull looking bracelet continued to keep popping up in my mind, so much so, that I toyed with the idea of treating myself to a new one; an updated version. I had some odd gold earrings and since it seemed everyone was offering to buy gold, I thought this would be a good time to make an exchange.
Buying a new identification bracelet seemed simple enough. Or so I thought. I began my quest at the local mall jewelry kiosk and found one I sort of liked, but would continue to look around.
The jewelry stores in my area were able to show me a few very costly bracelets from catalogs, since those in the store were only male or baby ID bracelets. I knew I could purchase one online. However, I really wished to see the piece in person and have the ability to try it on.
Not wanting to turn this into a big project, I made one last effort and visited another mall a bit further away from my home. As I approached the young lady at the jewelry cubicle and explained what I was in search of, she very politely directed me to the nearest CVS, confident in her assumption that I was looking to buy one of those medical ID-alert bracelets. *#?@*&%!^!* I can only imagine my facial expression.
I thanked the young woman and went on with my business mostly, if not fully, recovered. Now I’m not one of those people who ever fell for those ridiculous lines/lies of people telling me I hadn’t changed in years, etc., but did feel, at that moment, flattened by the inference.
The young woman at the kiosk was merely mimicking what she had been sold by advertisers and by the general public.
In the end, I achieved my goal and now have an updated very nice ID bracelet with my name, *Claire*, engraved on it. I ordered it online at a very reasonable price through a wholesaler out of New York.
Perhaps one should let some things from the past remain there, then again, perhaps not.
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