The Guaranteed Mercy of Handbags

Monday, August 31st, 2009 | local info

All is good in Mercybay or so we’d considered. One day fastly approaching to finishing the neighborhood bay side renovation and all ambitious boater would obtain what they have imagined about and only witnessed in the movies. One thing was for absolute the locals where at there wits finished with all the industrial machines, all the twilight morning irritations, high decibel beeping noises from the trucks reversing up, and not to bring to mind the mud trails going from the construction site to the freeway and beyond. Who could withstand another year of this mess.

It all began with Mrs. Wills and that outdated overrated store of hers that was over run with enough Vera Bradley travel luggage to store the Chinese in. Don’t get me inaccurate the handbags where very nice, it was Mrs. Wills that everyone had had enough of. She continually insisted on this over budgeted interest in the bay locality and since she was from a more “civilized” breed, as she often made common knowledge with everyone she mingled with and those relations allowed her much leverage in just the perfect places to get a thing like this pushed through in an otherwise fixed and even shrewd town committee board.

Evidently she had known some English gentleman who had the market for Vera Bradley designer handbags cornered from Venice to Ventura and he fancied her something intensely, or so it was said. Never the less this bloke was a float with enough cash to leverage our precious little town and create what was sure to be a tragedy among developers, a story to be related for ages of how pitiful Mercybay was run aground and left for a ghost town. Well all would not be lost, at least if I had anything to do about it. Who did I assume I was? That is a surprise for sure and especially to my wife Mrs. Wills. I mean for goodness sake our garage, our holdings, our every empty space was crammed full of these handbags.

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