Friday night –
We go to the Franco’s clothing going-out-of-business sale, in search for gifts for my mother. Franco’s is a local upscale boutique, and it rented a store just for this sale.
Husband and I, the only customers, are browsing the racks when this older African American salesman, in a suit, approaches me, looks at me quizzically, and says “Don’t I know you from somewhere? What’s your name?”
Husband thinks – “what a come on line.”
I check him out, hmm, and say “Michele…”
He smiles, says “Ah, Michele [ last name]!”
I say “Spencer? From DM Williams?”
Yes, it is the salesman from a store I used to shop near work, another boutique gone out of business that I have not been to in 5 years.
This guy remembered me from 5 years ago.
Husband laughed, “She was one of your best customers, huh?”
Not so sure I like this rep. Hmm.
Two girlfriends traipse out with me at lunch to Target, I am in search for some gifts for the husband, I have a list and everything.
We detour on the way to eat Mexican, then run through the rain to the store.
Right up at the entrance there are these cute-as-hell Christmas tees for $4. Not sickly cute, just little black tees with little studded Christmas trees on the front. Also, there was a gray one with a little penguin.
We all grab one, carry them around the whole store while shopping for other stuff. And I could not find one damn item on my list, what is up with that?
On the way out, generally miffed at the whole Target experience, I say – “I’m not sure I want this shirt I am putting it back.”
I put it back.
They do too.