The store was a mess. People kept coming into the store but no one bought anything. Shoes were scattered, shoved into boxes they where they clearly did not belong. I was pushing the ladder, rounding the corner to size seven and a half when I heard her cries for help.
“Help me. Help me…. Heelllp meee.” I was confused at first. They weren’t cries for help really, more a whiney act of desperation; or more likely, laziness.
As I peaked my head around the corner, I noticed that no one seemed to be looking for help. Just a few people pulling the shoes from their boxes and then putting them back improperly. As I returned to my work I heard it again.
“Help meeeeeee”, this time in a slightly annoyed tone. I shuffled around the corner once more and stared at this women browsing the size tens.
“Heeellllppp, meeeeee.” I stared in horror as she casually yelled for “help”, for me, while happily looking for the right heals. All she had to do was walk to steps around to the next isle to ask me politely. Not only that but, I had been in her isle not 2 seconds before her cries.
I approached with caution. “Are you finding everything alright today?”
“There you are!” she exclaimed. I’ve been searching this store for you everywhere.”
“What can I help you with?”
“See this shoe”, she shoves it in my face. “it’s been worn, I need a shoe that hasn’t been worn.”
“I’m afraid that is the only one left in a size 10. They sold out quickly this year. I can assure that the residue on the bottom of the shoe is just lint from the rug. That’s what happens people try the shoes on.”
She took a step back, the baffled look her face slowly phased into a glare. “Oh my Lord”, she cackles, “what kind of shoe store is this?”
The words for a reply eluded me. Thank goodness, she never gave me enough time to come up with one. She set the shoes down on the counter and headed for the exit, violently tearing through the isle.
However, even though she was so disgusted with the shoe. I still see her in the browsing the isle ever three weeks. Every now and then, she still yells for help without even looking up.
“Help me. Help me…. Heelllp meee.” I was confused at first. They weren’t cries for help really, more a whiney act of desperation; or more likely, laziness.
As I peaked my head around the corner, I noticed that no one seemed to be looking for help. Just a few people pulling the shoes from their boxes and then putting them back improperly. As I returned to my work I heard it again.
“Help meeeeeee”, this time in a slightly annoyed tone. I shuffled around the corner once more and stared at this women browsing the size tens.
“Heeellllppp, meeeeee.” I stared in horror as she casually yelled for “help”, for me, while happily looking for the right heals. All she had to do was walk to steps around to the next isle to ask me politely. Not only that but, I had been in her isle not 2 seconds before her cries.
I approached with caution. “Are you finding everything alright today?”
“There you are!” she exclaimed. I’ve been searching this store for you everywhere.”
“What can I help you with?”
“See this shoe”, she shoves it in my face. “it’s been worn, I need a shoe that hasn’t been worn.”
“I’m afraid that is the only one left in a size 10. They sold out quickly this year. I can assure that the residue on the bottom of the shoe is just lint from the rug. That’s what happens people try the shoes on.”
She took a step back, the baffled look her face slowly phased into a glare. “Oh my Lord”, she cackles, “what kind of shoe store is this?”
The words for a reply eluded me. Thank goodness, she never gave me enough time to come up with one. She set the shoes down on the counter and headed for the exit, violently tearing through the isle.
However, even though she was so disgusted with the shoe. I still see her in the browsing the isle ever three weeks. Every now and then, she still yells for help without even looking up.
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