Lark-Song and his two children came into the store Friday night to buy shoes for his wife. She had been out of town for a few days and they were picking her up from the airport as soon as they left the mall.
“You’re buying her a present on Father’s Day weekend? Is it [...]
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Some Men Have Got it Right
Posted in gifts, high heels, strangers on June 19, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
And I’m Like Your Mom Because Why? Because I’m Commonsensical.
Posted in dentists, high heels, strangers on June 6, 2007 | 1 Comment »
A woman came into my store as I was changing the light bulbs.
Misty: What can I help you find, today?
Guest [mumbling]: My mouth hurts and I need something to make me feel better.
The right side of her jaw looked painfully swollen.
Misty: Good Lord! Maybe you should see a dentist. It looks like you’re abscessing.
Guest: I [...]
Color Me Mal
Posted in dancing, high heels, meds, strangers on May 12, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
I opened yesterday; meaning, I opened the gate, clocked in, then left the store and went to the food court for breakfast. I’ve only recently discovered that Sweiss Gyros has made-to-order omelets (and for three dollars, too). There is almost always a line–all the other mall employees who likewise clock in and take [...]
When You Can Only See My Feet
Posted in high heels, strangers, the ladies' room on April 23, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Contrary to popular belief, women do not have extended stall-to-stall conversations in the ladies’ room. If they do, they are either drunk or know each other very well. So needless to stay I was a little surprised at Chili’s tonight when the woman in the stall next to mine knocked on the partition [...]
Mrs. A. Devereux
Posted in high heels, strangers on March 10, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Mrs. Devereux is a seventy-two year old woman who looks like a hobbit. She came into the store pretty regularly, but now that she’s a mall walker, bona fide, I see her more often. Her doctor told her it would help her arthritis, so about three times a week, she’ll inelegantly pace the length of [...]
