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princess and the pill
Once upon a time there was a princess who loved soft sheets. Soft silky high thread count sheets, but they would have to be single ply, and stay soft and silky their whole life through. And since her favorite pair had died a slow death ultimately ending in a horrible tear, she had to set out to find the ones who could be next real thing.
She traveled all over her city, from Linens and Things to Tuesday Mornings, but nowhere could she find what she wanted. There were sheets all right, but it was difficult to see if they were the real ones. There was always something about them that was not as they should be. Wash after wash, what was seemingly the perfect sheet would slowly build up pill after pill. And because she was a true princess, she could feel these pills, even though a commoner may not.
Every morning her prince would ask how she had slept.
“Oh, very badly!” said she. “I have scarcely closed my eyes all night. Heaven only knows what was on the sheets, but I was lying on something so scratchy, so that I am red and raw all over my body. It’s horrible!”
And by this, the prince was always reminded that he had indeed married a high maintenance princess.So time and time again, the princess would have to return sheet set after sheet set.
At last she came home and she was sad, for she very much wanted to sleep in soft silky sheets again. Sheets that no matter how many times they were washed and slept on, would remain silky as new.
One evening a terrible storm came on; there was thunder and lightning, and the rain poured down in torrents. The homebound princess found herself online and the website of Costco opened up.
Sheets were before her. Glorious well reviewed sheets. But, good gracious, what a sight Costco made them seem. Costco claimed they were real “high quality, high thread count sheets,” but could she possibly purchase a sheet set she couldn’t even touch first? Would she dare?
With blind trust, she entered her credit card and patiently awaited the new sheets.
On the day they came, the princess thought, “I’ll soon find out….” and she said nothing and went to put them to the test. She washed them several times over. And a month went by, and another month, and there were no pills.
The princess was sleeping well. Her sheets no longer exfoliated her bare body.
And the princess knew they were the real thing. So, she took the sheets and loved them and married them. And never again would she buy another set of sheets again.
So she took the old pilly sheets and put them in the garbage, where they may still be seen. If nobody has stolen them.
There, that is a true story.
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