Coach

Less than a week after Tanfer flew back to Turkey she not only told me she was going through shopping withdrawal, but she sent me the following email।


From: TanferinTurkey@emails.com

To:NessathePhD@emails.com

July 2008

Subject: Coach ;)


Let me know if you see these styles at the outlet (I'll tell my mom):

The Hamptons Signature Carryall in brown and the Hamptons Signature Satchel in black।


My response:

From: NessathePhD@emails.com

To: TanferinTurkey@emails.com

Subject: Re: Coach ;)


My Ode to Coach


I wear it on my arm with pride,

And I take it wherever I go.

I tote it the grocery store,

I tag it along at the beach,

And I run with it when I need to hide.

I am just another Coach whore।


I love my Coach

Look at it, ain’t it pretty?

I’ll drive sixty miles to the nearest store,

And blow every penny I have on . . .

Ohhhh, look at the pretty purple one over there।


I have pretty gold sandals,

With delicious gold hardware.

I wear them with shorts,

I wear them with jeans.

I even wear them to the laundry mat.

I wear them and tell everyone

That I am a Coach whore।


I love my Coach.

Look at it, ain’t it pretty?

I’ll drive sixty miles to the nearest store,

And blow every penny I have on . . .

Ohhhh, look at the pretty purple one over there।


The new Coach is out,

And I just have to have it.

I need the bag with the cool purple patches.

I’m down to my last twenty dollars,

And I see a Coach key ring for 19.99.

That’ll have to do।


I love my Coach.

Look at it, ain’t it pretty?

I’ll drive sixty miles to the nearest store,

And blow every penny I have on . . .

Ohhhh, look at the pretty purple one over there।


Her response.

From: TanferinTurkey@emails.com

To:NessathePhD@emails.com

July 2008

Subject: Re: Re: Coach ;)


It can be your next hit song!

You know you're my favorite Coach Whore (CW) ;)

I'll send this to my mom....

…….

After I read her email, I opened my message from DSW. It had a clearance sale and double points for clearance purchases. Did I mention I also had a twenty five dollar coupon? I promptly went to DSW and about a pair of Micheal Kors’ Molly Sandals in bark and a pair of Coach Cammy Brushed Calves (pumps with cool piping) in whiskey. Guess how much I paid? Fifty two dollars for both pairs. Yes, I got a pair of Coaches for twenty five dollars. I promptly sent Tanfer a text message, and I sent her a photo of the receipt. The Coach Whore rules.

He he he. I heart Coach.

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