The Tyranny of Choice
I was frozen in the Barbie aisle with no relief in sight.
Did she say she wanted the one with the red dress or the blue dress?
A perky woman passed by and without a care in the world she reached for the winter-dress Barbie, double-checked her list, and threw the doll in her cart.
Darn it. Why didnt I write it down when she said it?
I agonized for another few minutes, holding the blue in one hand and the red in the other.
Red. Blue. Red. Blue.