The Smell of Fresh Plastic
The cool blast of AC hits me in the face in a refreshing wind as I enter the store. I look down at my daughter, now almost half as tall as me, and enjoy the comical sight of the pigtails she won't want to wear much longer bouncing on top of her head. I am always confused when she asks to come to the hardware store with me, but I take every moment she asks to spend with me without question. I let her admire the flowers on display in small pots right inside the door. "Dad, can I get this one?" She asks holding up a hot pink flower with two wilting petals left on it. It's only a dollar. "Yes, but let's pick one with more flowers and leaves huh?" I squat down and help her find one in better shape. She carries it proudly as we walk toward the faucet aisle. The half-bath in our house has needed a new one for a long time and I finally decided today was the day to stop putting it off. I grab the faucet that matches the others in the house and check to ...