The perfect gift seemed to be quite elusive until
Jim came upon one of those electronic gadget shops right by the rear entrance
to this wing of the mall. It was there, in the window, that Jim saw something
that seemed perfect - he knew he'd love to receive one as a gift. It was
a small machine that looked rather like a floor-model vacuum, complete
with a hose and an almost bizarre set of attachments and robotic arms.
The sign beside the unit described it as a "Mechanical Personal Assistant"
and that it would take care of all of ones needs from house cleaning to
yard work, from exercise machine to companion.
"It'll even do your homework," said the perky store
clerk from the open doorway into the store.
Jim snapped out of his trance and glanced at the
girl. She was rather cute with red hair and a freckled smile.
"I need a gift for my girlfriend, Sharon," he mused,
"but this is a little out of my price range."
The spry little clerk smiled. "Maybe we can work
something out. What is your price range?"
"I've got forty bucks on me, but I'd prefer to keep
it down around twenty."
The clerk's smile redoubled on her round cheeked
face. "Come in back with me," she grinned. "I have just the thing."
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