Cardigan Hand

A Story by Abishai100

An American man finds some stranger superstition-oriented 'wisdom' regarding consumerism-life hedging.

A capitalism superstition vignette very loosely inspired by Jingle All the Way (Arnold Schwarzenegger).

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Amlan Satan liked to collect/wear/sport very nice white Ralph Lauren or Polo wool cardigans and considered his wintertime men's fashionable cardigan-wear line of clothing quite symbolic of all that'd been 'symbolic' of capitalism-race consciousness, but he wondered if these white-cardigans were somehow a form of mental 'superstition' regarding the signature of consumerism 'personality' and drew him to some kind of regular/shopping obsessiveness (hmm).

AMLAN: I also wear white sweaters/shirts, but the white-cardigan collection reminds me why I share capitalism-chess on social-media --- a form of 'lifestyle' driven personality intuition for a regular-life storyboard concerning American access!

He lived in a nice suburban area of the East Coast (United States) and frequented a nice shopping-district of South Jersey called Haddonfield on Sunday mornings to visit his fave baseball-card store where he'd peruse any new item the merchant/collector boasted or boast his own random card-treasure to showcase to the merchant/collector to warrant a potential trade-of-interest. In fact, Amlan Satan had become something of a 'typical' American Homeland consumer and Haddonfield became a sort of 'place-extension' of his lifestyle-driven mental interest/focus on capitalism race psychology.

STRANGER: I noticed your very-fine white-cardigan sweater, good fellow.
AMLAN: Thanks, man; are you visiting this area of Haddonfield?
STRANGER: I'm a merchant of replica-handguns Jersey-writing.

AMLAN: Wow...well, what're you writing about (in Haddonfield)?

STRANGER: Well, I wanted to 'take-stock' of thoroughfare for gun/replica interest.

AMLAN: And you noticed me this winter Sunday in my white-cardigan!
STRANGER: Polo?

AMLAN: Yeah...so what guns/replicas to showcase (in your bag)?

STRANGER: Well, I've this fantastic silver-silencer, toy-like in appearance.

AMLAN: I'll buy it!

STRANGER: Cool, good fellow --- this is only $100.

AMLAN: I've the gumption and money in my wallet to take the offer.

STRANGER: Enjoy.

WIFE: What's this silver gun toy in your bag, darling?
AMLAN: This stranger merchant sold it to me on the Haddonfield street!
WIFE: Why'd you suddenly find interest in a gun/toy, darling?
AMLAN: I thought I'd become obsessed with my white-cardigan collection.
WIFE: So you got a gun/toy?
AMLAN: What's wrong with that?
WIFE: Maybe this Haddonfield-stranger had an 'omen' for you!

AMLAN: Omen.

WIFE: Yeah...like you're consumerism 'aura' has made you frail.

AMLAN: About what, sweetheart?
WIFE: What else...life's 'taste' for heat.

AMLAN: Oh gosh...let's transcend this 'high-art' and enjoy dinner.

WIFE: Good.