Goodwill Hunter (a mini saga of exactly 50 words)

I zoom in on this week’s half-price tag color. Red. My target: the dress rack, fully stocked. Honing in with inbred bargain instinct, I locate a retro-floral Betsy Johnson. Medium. Red tag. Bill bags it for $3.50. Later, my Neiman’s friend inquires. “Goodwill,” I boast. “They’ve got killer deals.”