The following was crafted for me by a friend when I was investigating launching a website dedicated to the color orange (I obviously never got that project off the ground):
A Brilliance of orange, carefully coiled in a store. Yes, the handy-dandy extension cord. At first glance it might not appear to be sexy (unless you are of a particular social set and you know who you are) yet you are lured by that solid, re-assuring shade of happy. You must purchase it. You neeeeeeeed it. Okay so you have about five extension chords by now, because your little fetish has gotten out of hand. The phrase, “all things orange†lurks in your sub-conscious. You are weak. You give in. Your wallet may be lighter when you leave, but somehow, the world seems calmer. You may be able to plug in all sorts of extra things from a distance. (Christmas lights, power tools, your brother in-laws trailer.)
But you have one sassy piece of orange.
