I went to the opera tonight. It was Rossini's "Cinderella".
On the way there, I stopped at the Home Depot that is close to the Jubilee Auditorium, where I was headed. You see, I'm changing the hardware on my cupboards to update their look a bit. (Part of the preparations to get the house ready to sell...)
Anyway, I picked out these new handles last weekend. They're nice, sleek, and look like brushed steel. Much more modern than what was on there before.
Turns out, when I got them home, some fit, but some were longer than the rest. Exact same style and look, just longer. It wasn't by much, maybe half an inch or so. But it was enough that they wouldn't fit my cupboard doors. And naturally, they were all in the same bin together at the store... and their codes were one number off (a fact I did not notice until later).
So, I took the wrong ones back tonight, to exchange them for the correct size.
Me being the pragmatic type I am thought it was perfectly natural to stop by the hardware store on the way to the opera.
But, it's funny the things that happen when you get a person "out of context".
I've been to that hardware store many times. Often, I have to hunt someone down to help me.
But not tonight!
Did I need help with anything? Was I finding everything OK? Did I need a hand?
Offers of help seemed to come from nowhere... and everywhere!
I was a bit flabbergasted, actually.
Then I figured it out... There didn't appear to be anyone else in the store in a fitted black dress, a pair of heels and lipstick.
At the opera, I simply blended in with everyone else. At the hardware store, I was "out of context". Same person in both places of course... That's the irony of it!
Anyway, the opera was delightful, with very clever staging and sets.
I came home a bit too tuckered to change the rest of the cupboard handles out, but I'll get to it on the weekend, I'm sure.