The Faux Fur

A few years ago, I was talking to a lady in a foyer. She had on a fur coat. Well, it wasn’t entirely furry. It was a tweed coat fringed with fur. Very long fur. All around the perimeter. Like the kind of fur that you find on a Persian or Norwegian Forest cat.

During the course of our conversation, I kept looking at her coat. I couldn’t imagine that someone would fabricate faux fur like that. It was an ankle-length coat. That’s quite a lot of lion pelt.

Finally, I asked her, “Hey, I’ve got to ask. Is that real?” And I pointed at the fur around the hood on her coat.

She turned six shades of angry.

I couldn’t understand anyone getting upset that I was curious about the particulars of their coat fabric.

She pointed her thin finger in my face and scolded me up one side and down the other.

She started slowly and narrowed her eyes. “How. Dare. You.” She spoke a little faster. “I can’t believe that you would ask a lady that!”

“Uh.”

“What I wear is my business! It is absolutely none of yours! The next time you think about asking a question like that, think again and keep your big mouth SHUT!”

I was stunned.

“Well.”

“I am getting sick and tired of people being critical and judging others!”

This went on for quite a while. Finally, I got a word in edgewise. “What are you talking about?”

As it turns out, she thought that I thought that she was wearing a wig. She thought I had pointed at her hair.

I hadn’t even looked at her hair. I was too busy looking at Fluffy’s.

By the way, it was fake fur.

to those who encounter misunderstandings,
– Caleb