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Workers and Beggars On The Road posted 20 March 2009
A bleary jet lagged stay at Airport hotel and two junk food meals washed down with Guinness, and we made our way west to the Gulf Coast of Florida, a short journey made long by required shopping fix, to keep Mrs Monk content, with new stock of corporate tee shirts. My mission was to replace my 3 year old tennis shoes which were losing the will to live.
Having sorted out my shoes the sales girl offered me another pair at half price. I told her that I only need a new pair every three years. She accepted my decision but at that moment Mrs Monk arrived and decided that she could also use a pair of shoes. Mrs Monk is a sales clerk’s dream customer because she only says ”yes” and then disappears, leaving me to pay for two pairs of shoes instead of one. But then I received another offer from the sales clerk, of a further attractive discount if I buy a third pair of shoes. I looked at the girl and gave her the look of incredulity which she took to be a “no” but within a heartbeat she asked me if I would like some shoe polish.
“For tennis shoes?” I asked.
She looked away and did not say another word, as if I never existed. She had the personalty of a cabbage. No offence to brassicas.
To be continued .........
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