Before I Knew It, a White Plate

Spring is when I buy bread.

Each company collects points,
saying, "We'll give you something like this!"
and with those alluring items that accelerate the urge to buy,
they catch the eyes of housewives.

Every year,
even though I intend to resist,
saying I won't be taken in,

before I know it,
I pull out two or three dedicated cards,

think, "I'll just take them for now,"
and prepare to stick them on.

Since I can't collect enough to exchange on my own,
I tell my brother,

"If you don't need them, give them to me,"
and he dutifully saves them for me.

With that tag team of two households,
we exchanged for three plates this year.

Since there are three of us in the family,
that's good enough once we reach that goal.

That said,

with nine more points,
it looks like I could exchange for a fourth one.
Once it comes to that,
I'll probably collect up to that point.

Suddenly coming to my senses,

I end up thinking,
"In the end, I went ahead and
jumped on the bandwagon myself."

The other day with my best friend,

even though we had firmly resolved,
"Let's declutter our plates!"

just before that, the
Bread Festival always starts.

Without any intention to collect,
before I know it,
they collect somehow,

so I think, "It's a waste not to exchange
if they've collected," and I end up exchanging them.

We had just talked about that.
If even she, who originally has no collecting habit,
is like that,
it's already an unavoidable conditioned reflex.

Yet, as for me,
on top of having a collecting habit,
I feel a sense of accomplishment in completing it,

and for this year's plate,
I think, "So this is the size,"
or

"It's easy to use, as expected."

And I am satisfied once again.

The Spring Bread Festival,
which grabs the hearts of housewives and won't let go.

The point stickers are applied
until the end of this month.

Ah,
I'm scared of next spring and the plates (lol).

☆ This was a story about how I can't win
against the temptations of the Spring Bread Festival every year.