Our shadows will remain
Today was about as awkward as I expected, but they bought us donuts. I really wanted to buy a coke during my break but Tasha spent most of the day leaning against the pop machine and crying, and you can't just buy pop around a crying person when she's covering the coin slot like that.
Well, ok, I could. It's one of those things I might do if I don't keep a close eye on myself. Fortunately, I was.
Other than that, the day was pretty tremendously busy. An old man complimented me for my Evil Dead shirt and then very enthusiastically sang to me his "Christmas Rap" while I listened politely. A guy wanted me to help him make a Columbo costume, and I pretended I totally knew what he was talking about and mentally hazarded a guess as to what a Columbo costume would entail and pointed at a tan trench coat, which was met with excitement so I think I got it right. I don't know anything about Columbo. I've seen maybe two episodes of the Rockford Files, and that's about as '70s detective as I've ever gotten. I was pleased with my good luck. To put it nerdily, I had just rolled a natural 20 on a DC 25 bluff check and had just enough circumstantial bonuses to make the check. That sort of thing always feels good.
Then an old woman dumped half a container of orange tic tacs in my hand ("They'll help keep you awake!") and another one, the one who gives each of "her girls" (the cashiers) something each time she comes in, gave me a good sized jar of some Avon hand lotion. And I helped two women put together She-Ra and Castaspella costumes.
Lake Street may be a dump, but the customers are so lively.
I was pondering this today while I sat thirsty in the break room on my fifteen. Maybe it's because I was listening to "Here Comes a Regular" on my ipod, but it occurred to me that a lot of people come to Savers just for the sake of coming to Savers. Of course you'll always get your mix of devoted dealers in to scour the new merchandise and pride themselves on befriending every cashier in the hopes of a few fudged price tags every now and again, but more than just those, there are people who will spend hours meandering the aisles and leave without spending a dime. Everybody knows their faces, everybody calls them by name and asks them how they are that day, and maybe that's most of what they're shopping for. Smiles on an individual basis, free of charge.
Around that point my train of thought derailed because Tasha abandoned the pop machine in favor of crying in the bathroom, so I scuttled over and bought something to drink. But I think I got most of my thinks out anyway.
Well, ok, I could. It's one of those things I might do if I don't keep a close eye on myself. Fortunately, I was.
Other than that, the day was pretty tremendously busy. An old man complimented me for my Evil Dead shirt and then very enthusiastically sang to me his "Christmas Rap" while I listened politely. A guy wanted me to help him make a Columbo costume, and I pretended I totally knew what he was talking about and mentally hazarded a guess as to what a Columbo costume would entail and pointed at a tan trench coat, which was met with excitement so I think I got it right. I don't know anything about Columbo. I've seen maybe two episodes of the Rockford Files, and that's about as '70s detective as I've ever gotten. I was pleased with my good luck. To put it nerdily, I had just rolled a natural 20 on a DC 25 bluff check and had just enough circumstantial bonuses to make the check. That sort of thing always feels good.
Then an old woman dumped half a container of orange tic tacs in my hand ("They'll help keep you awake!") and another one, the one who gives each of "her girls" (the cashiers) something each time she comes in, gave me a good sized jar of some Avon hand lotion. And I helped two women put together She-Ra and Castaspella costumes.
Lake Street may be a dump, but the customers are so lively.
I was pondering this today while I sat thirsty in the break room on my fifteen. Maybe it's because I was listening to "Here Comes a Regular" on my ipod, but it occurred to me that a lot of people come to Savers just for the sake of coming to Savers. Of course you'll always get your mix of devoted dealers in to scour the new merchandise and pride themselves on befriending every cashier in the hopes of a few fudged price tags every now and again, but more than just those, there are people who will spend hours meandering the aisles and leave without spending a dime. Everybody knows their faces, everybody calls them by name and asks them how they are that day, and maybe that's most of what they're shopping for. Smiles on an individual basis, free of charge.
Around that point my train of thought derailed because Tasha abandoned the pop machine in favor of crying in the bathroom, so I scuttled over and bought something to drink. But I think I got most of my thinks out anyway.
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