Ah-soh-dom

one realises that one has finally arrived at being an ah soh when one is preparing the dinner menu for the day and sees a sell-a-vision ad on tv proclaiming the merits of a duster which can remove dust from bookshelves, window sills and those hard-to-reach places. one thinks to herself that that duster might come in handy at home and reaches for the phone to place the call. (i mean, the duster costs only nineteen ninety-five and it uses static electricity and is supposed the best ever duster known to man. how can one reisist a bargain like that?!) fortunately, one catches herself at the very last moment and prevents the desperate and inevitable spiral towards ah-soh-dom should she have really made that call.