On the way to home from the hardware store I rolled my cart down various aisle full of tools.  Psssst!, a voice came from behind a display.  It was a beautiful woman dressed in an evening gown.  Well here I was in shorts and a t-shirt I had been working out in the garden. “There is a secret place that no one knows about but I think you need help.”  I followed her behind the display down a long hall and into a room that opened up into several aisle of goodies.  The first aisle were faucets.  Some were shiny silver.  I picked up the box and read. 

Great for warmth compassion full of heart.

Wow I thought now that is the one for me until gold caught my eye.  It was beautiful with an air of sophistication.  I picked up that box and read.

Great for outward beauty, passionate hot all the time.

Well I changed my mind and then decided oooh yes gold is definitely for me.  Well walking down the aisle there it was another faucet on display.  Sassy brassy it was called.

Well I must tell you the other two was nice but I wanted to check out sassy brass. 

Great for being obnoxious to others and smart alecky, runs cold for that icy bitch mentality.

No not the one I wanted so I went to the check stand with my gold faucet in hand.  “I wanna be a hottie please, please, please.”  I nearly begged as if my life depended on it.  I waited there excited my dream was about to come true. As evening gown girl arranged my installation.   I was in a hardware store waiting for a new faucet not for my sink but one to make me beautiful.  So I waited and started making plans for my new hottie life.  Finally a young looking greek adonis looking of a man wisked me away to the back.  I sat on a table for my installation.  He poked on me and prodded and sighed in frustration a lot.

“Oh ma’am I have some bad news,” he squeaked out in a tone that sounded as though he were still in puberty.  

“We cannot upgrade to a new faucet your pipes are too old.”  He handed me my purchase slip and I proceeded to the front door.  I got to my car with anger and a little sad too.  I just wanted to be a hottie, and how dare he call me old.  There are plenty of women older than me that were fantastic and they were considered hotties. 

Then the thought hit me I am me and I cannot change that.  I wished just like all women I could turn on the faucet and let whatever I want flow out.  But the truth is I really hope above all else I have that shiny silver faucet that spews out love and warmth.  That is the faucet I hope I have daily.  So much more rewarding than being a hottie.  Not that I still don’t envy those women that can make a man fall to their knees sometimes.  But in the grand scheme of things I like them to be able to see me and look into my eyes and see something other than just cosmetics.  So all I have to say is stand up guys!  But on a side note also I forgot to mention Gold is great the faucet may run outward beauty all the time transforming a moth into an instant butterfly.  One thing I am thankful for that faucet being to young of a model for me because the fine print on the box says.

Surgeon Beautiful Warning:  No lifetime guarantee.  Will rust easy and will need to be replaced.  May ruin pipes.

Well thank you, I will keep the equipment God blessed me with.