One rainy afternoon last week, I decided to go shopping for calendars. Several of you had suggested the new S*usan B*ranch calendar. I'm highly suggestible.
Every year about this time, a discount calendar outlet leases a storefront at the local mall. Sure enough, I found it and had myself a good time browsing through the Lang section. I found S*usan's calendar right away.
Heart & Home/Heart of the Home
At the register, I found a disconsolate man with his head down in his hands and not paying a lick of attention to the store. He rang up my purchase, had trouble giving me my change, and seemed generally confused. I asked about the price of the calendars as I was very pleased with the total. He couldn't tell me. I said it would be on the slip and not to worry. He bagged the items and off I went. I was two steps from Penney's when I thought something isn't right here. Sure enough. He had not charged me for Susan's Calendar.
I briefly considered not returning. *gasp* You'll be happy to know that the good angel on my right shoulder won that battle and I found myself back at the register with the confused man who was about to become even more confused dragging me along for the ride.
Me: I think there's a mistake.
He: I'm not paid to make a mistake.
Me: Well, I'm sure that's true, but I have two calendars and only paid for one and I'd hate to take advantage of my friend Susan.
He: You know Susie?!
Me: Ahhh, well, you could say that. (I mean I do visit her blog.)
He: I know her, too. We're very good friends. She just loves the beach!
Me: Yes, I guess she does, living on the coast and all.
He: She has a beautiful home.
Me: Yes, I think so, too.
He: I spent last weekend with her.
Me: Really? I thought she was on the West Coast.
He: No, she was right in Cape Elizabeth.
Me: (The light now dawning.) Noooo, she is traveling by train back to Cape Cod. (I should have said "Martha's Vineyard.")
He: She is?! She didn't tell me anything about that!
Me: I don't think we're talking about the same Susan.
He: You're not talking about the owner of the store?
Me: She used to own a store. (I am just having fun with him now.)
He: No, she still owns the store. This one.
Me: (Laughing by now) Oh we're definitely not talking about the same Susan. I'm talking about S*usan B*ranch, the one who designed this calendar.
He: (Obviously disappointed) Oh. Well I'm not usually here. I'm a pharmacist. I don't know anything about this store.
Me: (Very surprised at his second point and not at all surprised at his third)
He rang up my purchase, had trouble giving me my change, and seemed generally and genuinely confused.
Gosh, I hope I never run into him at the pharmacy.
A fun day to you!