Monday, May 28, 2012
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Snap Off, Betty
I love my job-- working retail offers a front row view into a quirky brew of life-- a sea of characters that you cannot make up. I dig them all-- some more than others. Here is a fruity cocktail from Friday afternoon...
Customer code name: Sassy approaches the register with a bridge set -- she is pushing 80, dressed in zebra pants, zebra necklace, zebra earrings and zebra purse--and crackle nail polish ).
Me: Well, hello! Those are some mighty cute bridge cards you have chosen-- can I ring them up for you?
Sassy: Yesss! It's hard to find extra jumbo size bridge cards, I'll take these. I need some for when Betty comes over to play bridge-- she is a nice girl, but I hide my good cards when she plays with us.
Me: Oh, really? tell me more...(and don't leave anything out).
Sassy: WELL... Betty is a card snapper. When she has a great card-- she will hold it in both hands, bending it all up, massaging and hiding it at the same time-- like somebody is looking over her shoulder and they might rip it out of her hand and steal her big damn victory...
then right before she pops-- she "snaps" down the card on the table to accentuate the point that she is the world's most awesome bridge player in America.
Me: Oh--- sort of like spiking the football, right?
Sassy: Exactly!! Plus she ruins my damn card! I'll take these-- for when Betty comes over.
Customer code name: Sassy approaches the register with a bridge set -- she is pushing 80, dressed in zebra pants, zebra necklace, zebra earrings and zebra purse--and crackle nail polish ).
Me: Well, hello! Those are some mighty cute bridge cards you have chosen-- can I ring them up for you?
Sassy: Yesss! It's hard to find extra jumbo size bridge cards, I'll take these. I need some for when Betty comes over to play bridge-- she is a nice girl, but I hide my good cards when she plays with us.
Me: Oh, really? tell me more...(and don't leave anything out).
Sassy: WELL... Betty is a card snapper. When she has a great card-- she will hold it in both hands, bending it all up, massaging and hiding it at the same time-- like somebody is looking over her shoulder and they might rip it out of her hand and steal her big damn victory...
then right before she pops-- she "snaps" down the card on the table to accentuate the point that she is the world's most awesome bridge player in America.
Me: Oh--- sort of like spiking the football, right?
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This is not Betty, I hired a professional model to protect her identity. |
Fernando, the Most Interesting Tree in the World
Senior year, my closest friend was a tree.
In my defense, this is no ordinary run of the mill tree, it was ginormous. This tree looked even bigger because it stood in a teeny front yard . There was a nice brick wall behind it, framed by a Spanish style iron gate.
Fernando the tree was very handsome, and did I mention ginormous? He was a bit standoffish but this made him all the more mysterious to me.
I spent many hours sitting high in his branches. I carried most of the conversation because he was so damn cool and aloof.
We had something special-- alas the neighborhood found it weird, I know this because I overheard my mom saying that the neighbor thought I was a spooky kid. Tree haters.
Recently my folks and I were driving in our old neighborhood and spun by the place so I could "see my old buddy".
I'm not sure if he remembered me-- couldn't really tell. Same old Fernando, playing it close to the chest.
In my defense, this is no ordinary run of the mill tree, it was ginormous. This tree looked even bigger because it stood in a teeny front yard . There was a nice brick wall behind it, framed by a Spanish style iron gate.
Fernando the tree was very handsome, and did I mention ginormous? He was a bit standoffish but this made him all the more mysterious to me.
I spent many hours sitting high in his branches. I carried most of the conversation because he was so damn cool and aloof.
We had something special-- alas the neighborhood found it weird, I know this because I overheard my mom saying that the neighbor thought I was a spooky kid. Tree haters.
Recently my folks and I were driving in our old neighborhood and spun by the place so I could "see my old buddy".
I'm not sure if he remembered me-- couldn't really tell. Same old Fernando, playing it close to the chest.
Prom 1977
I'll save the last dance for you, Fernando...
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