I Think They Found Me
A couple of years back I worked in Backwards Borough. You remember the Borough, right? That place provided a wealth of blogable material. The store I transferred to , while supporting it's own cast of crazies, just didn't spark the muse. Yet another transfer brought me to my current location, which gave me the impression that it was going to be even less post inspiring than the last place.
I don't know what it is lately. Full moon? Seismic shifts? Economic downturn? Something is definitely in the air, and the customers are breathing it in.
The other day a woman and a toddler were in line, when, the little girl had "an accident". On the order of the Exxon Valdez. The kid must have downed a Big Gulp judging by the amount of liquid she expelled. The woman reacted by grabbing a plastic grocery bag and holding it under the kid so she could finish up. Then she hung the plastic bag from the magazine rack. After screaming at the top of her lungs that she needed a clean-up in aisle 4, she came looking for paper towels. Assuming she was going to clean up the floor, or the kid we gave her quite a wad, which she squished up and shoved down the back of the kid's pants.
To no one in particular she inquired "What could I do? Run her outside?"
I wanted to tell her that we have inside plumbing.
A regular customer did not get the response he wanted from a co-worker. "You", he said, "are a customer servant". Some days it does seem that way.
Yesterday I was shopping for shoes at a nationally know retail establishment. There was a woman sitting on one of those stools with mirrors on both sides, normally found in shoe stores. I am merely attempting to be descriptive, not mean or politically incorrect, when I tell you that she did not appear to embrace an active lifestyle. She took up the whole seat, and the act of trying on shoes was leaving her gasping for breath. A salesperson approached her and asked if she needed any help.
"Yes I need help" the customer snapped. "First, I need these in a seven and a half, and secondly, I have lost the shoes I wore in here"
The salesperson was a bit stunned. "You lost your shoes?"
"They are somewhere in there" the customer said, as she pointed down the aisle, where, at each of 4 other such stools there was a messy accumulation of shoe boxes. All opened with shoes flung just anywhere.
The salesperson , bless her, just waded into the fray. I am sure she was thinking the same thing I was. How could she hold all that up on a seven and a half?
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