Shop Until You Drop (And Give Me 20)

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Date: 22 January 2004 19:15:26

I love dominating my customers. Well, no not really-- I mean, I love serving them so well they just naturally WANT to do my bidding. Heh heh heh.

Yesterday I was trying to juggle- er- I mean- properly serve - several customers at once. We were shorthanded, and I A) wanted them all happy and served, but most importantly, B) I wanted them all. Period.

So I played hostess... I got them to talk to each other. One lady was critiqueing the fit of a New Orleans Saints jacket over the rear of a man she'd never met before... She liked it and he bought the jacket. Maybe I owe her a commission. (She was standing right there with her husband, don't get any funny ideas... unless maybe the husband liked the guy's butt too, I dunno...)

What is it with young men? They were particularly flirtatious last night. It's always the ones young enough to be my sons. One fellow bought some stuff, then went and got his friend to also buy stuff from me. I got the impression he wasn't desperately in need of that expensive shirt... it felt as if Guy #1 had dragged him in there to make him look me over.

The another kid - maybe 25? - bought his work wardrobe from me but came back a few minutes later to return some items he had duplicates of in his wardrobe. He was extremely apologetic. It was really no trouble, but he was so shamefaced about it... when he begged to make it up to me, asked me what I wanted, offered me anything, I told him "I want you... (beat, beat, beat...) to come back and shop with me when you need more clothes for work. That's all."

Heh heh heh. That'll show 'em. They think I'm a respectable sedate(d) housewife type. Little do they know.