Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Belongs in a Sitcom

I know I couldn't ever write a sitcom, but I'm sure that if someone were to follow me around for a month they'd have enough material for one...

There are apartments above the store. Over the last few months I've learned that the gentleman occupying the apartment directly above the store's name is Mr. Bird. His friends get his attention (when his window is open) by standing on the sidewalk making bird calls.

I almost wish that I was making this up... the 20 minutes of listening to bird calling today has been annoying.

Don't Judge a Book...

At a small indie shop, mornings are usually very slow. The reason we're even open is to clean and get things organized that need to be. Don't get me wrong, we do get the occasional customer. Today was one of those days.

A man walks in that instantly reminds me of a friend's dad - mid-50s, pleated slacks, dress shirt. He looks "average", "geeky", etc. I ask him if he's looking for anything in particular (my standard greeting) and if I can help him. He tells me that he's just looking around since it's been a while since he's been in. It's right about now that he's walking past our first two clothing racks and I noticed that for a few steps he takes some very quick Fred Flinstone-style steps. I didn't have time to think much about what happened before he said "I'm sorry about that, I have Parkinson's". I was horrified that he would think it appropriate to apologize to ME. He certainly hadn't done anything to me. I shook my head and said "Don't worry about me. Just let me know if I can help you with anything."

He then walked over to our sale rack, which is currently mostly higher end dresses. I notice he is looking at the dresses as I'm casually walking around, making sure he knows I'm available for him. I ask "Are you looking for a gift?" (Generally men looking at womens clothing are looking for someone else and need help with sizes.) Without even pausing to think he says "No, I'm changing. It's for me."

We picked out a dress that was the most flattering color for him and he tried it on. I helped adjust the straps after so that we could get it to the right height on his chest. He looked happy and I couldn't help but smile and think that the blue really did make his eyes look very nice.

He left promising to come back soon for it. I certainly hope he does... may after he "changes" and we can pick out more dresses to try.