Then That Too Was History
12/25/07 10:57 PM
| Up ChucksThe Blurilwind has subsided. The days will start their normal falling too fast again, instead of zooming by in Italian Sports-car fashion of the first three and a half weeks of December, and routine will be reestablished. Before you know it a yet only foreseen (and still inevitable) Spring will be giving way to Summer and we will all be lamenting the passage of time again. Now,
as I have just come from a comforting epsom salts soak in a hot bath to wash away the remains of the day, the holiday and the day long awaited off I can contemplate the days the missing days that led me to rotate faucet clockwise to full on hot in the first place.
Saturday Morning I placed fingers to keys and told of the Bowling and the Gumby Tie. Saturday day I worked for Saturday Night. Saturday I bought (was reimbursed soon for as well) my Christmas present from Jenni to me. A beautiful chuckpace.com turquoise blue 8GB Generation 2 NANO Video iPod. A marvel of technology I might add. So is the iPod. After work I joined Becky Campbell at the Claddagh for a scheduled event/meeting with Miss Jennifer Parker and Marcos Dominguez. Jennifer was running a little behind and Becky and I got to catch up on the small part of our lives that is not directly controlled by work (the part we call 'our lives', in other words). Our waiter was named Jesus (Hey-Suess) and he was very good, and pleasant and patient. Marcos showed, Jennifer showed Becky gave gifts, I gave gifts from me and from Jenni (my Jenni), and a couple of beers were consumed. After the hour or so Jennifer and I went to the mall to get my present(s) for my Jenni. Then it was over, like the Christmas season itself the evening was done like flash powder. Next the sale that almost did not happen. Carson Pirie Scott, fancy ear-rings from Silver Forrest, and a favorite fragrance from Bulgari. I work retail, I know how important it is to be customer friendly regardless of the days toll on the psyche and spirit. So when I found and asked two of the jewelry/fragrance denizens (after I had already picked out a handful of ear offerings) about an old favorite fragrance Halston, which smells great on my true love and was greeted by one who does not know the codec of conduct for customer service, I almost left empty handed.
The culprit a wiry, Afghan-hound haired, bitter, crone of at least 55 spat out at me. "No, you might try CVS or Revco for that." Even after being brushed back from the purchasing plate by this fast-ball of fury I tried to give It a second chance with a little information. "Oh, I bought it here a couple if years ago when this was Parisian." Instead she offered more bile, "WE had to send a lot of stuff back."
I know I looked like I was done. I almost put my ear-rings on the counter and left to shop elsewhere even though Jenni had e-mailed me the Silver Forrest info as a subtle hint. Had Jennifer and marcos not been there I may have been out before you could spell spite in the spittle of the spike haired harpy.
Then it was over, like the Christmas season itself the evening was done like flash powder.
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