Readers from last summer may recall a time when I got lost going to the bathroom and T followed me with the free Pitchfork penlight on her key chain. This, after I was the one who insisted on buying only one flashlight for the trip. I still think of this moment in lonely times, but this year I agreed on buying a multipack of flashlights. The Target had a lot of different kinds of multipacks and we stood in the aisle for a long time just staring. "Those look cool," I said about a pack of blue jelly-material ones. "Dorcy," Tricia read from the package. We stood in the aisle droning the word Dorcy for awhile, unsure about the sound of it. "At first I thought it was Dorky," Tricia said. "I like that," I said. "Also, the picture looks like an eye standing on legs." This seemed to be enough of a reason.
We are now cursing the name Dorcy. Stay away from Dorcy. These flashlights produce no light. This is dangerous. The end.
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