May 31st, 2010 → 11:18 am @ admin // No Comments
So I drive to Mt. Juliet to and walk into Pay Less Shoes for the BOGO sale- (Cuz I loves me a deal and gotta get my shop on,) and while I innocently browse the aisle, a salesgirl approaches me all perky and says “Hi!!!” Now for some reason she looks very familiar to me but I can’t really place her. I’m thinking “Did I speak at your church? Do I know your parents?” but I don’t ask questions because it’s embarrassing to forget someone’s name. I also don’t want to act like I don’t know her so I just return her greeting with a great big “Hi!” (I say it with a LOT of enthusiasm to compensate for forgetting her name.) She then innocently asks with a big, big smile. “Are you shopping for a friend?” And in my mind I’m thinking “What? Who buys shoes for friends? How would they know they’d fit? ” But all I say out loud while still smiling and still being overly enthusiasticis, “No, I’m just here for me!” Then the girl leans in and whispers to me- “I’m sorry sir, but we don’t carry anything in your size.” I am stunned and look at her questioningly. “You don’t carry size 12 shoes?” I ask. She pauses and looks at me and then she looks at the shelf of shoes as if she is remembering for the first time that she is working at a shoe store and she then turns back to me while wearing a “deer in the headlights” expression. “Oh! Of course we do! Sorry about all that. I just started here. I worked at Old Navy until yesterday.” No other words are exchanged. “Well THAT explains everything,” I sarcastically think to myself. And that is when it suddenly dawns on me that in December I was Christmas shopping at Old Navy- and THAT is where I knew her from. I sigh and follow her to the size 12’s while quietly mumbling to myself-“I thought I recognized you.”