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So lady comes up and explains that she has the fabrics unrolled to the amount she needs. I tell her, okay I'm going to measure to that point. I ask what she's making, and it sounded like some kind of makeshift outdoor shower, where she washes with salt, and the whole neighborhood comes to watch. ??? I'm all about the weird, but I really couldn't follow this.
I measure the fabric and tell her how much it is. I can't just cut because the rest of the bolt was too close, so I unwrap one more time. I realize this is hard to visualize. She sees the extra fabric and thinks I have measured too little. I explain what I did. She seems dubious, still thinking I measured wrong because the fabric looks different, I reiterate that I did measure to the place she indicated, but of course she can always get extra.*
After trying to explain and understand what she was trying to say, I finally stopped and said "I don't know what you mean." I couldn't understand what she wanted, her sentences where very fragmented. She never gave me any measurement, just kept holding up her hands or fingers to indicate size. Finally, she reaches forward and puts her hands on mine and says "It's okay! You're shaking! Just give me about this much more." First off, I don't think my hands were shaking, but it's possible because I had just had a double espresso. I was not acting in any way nervous, I wasn't angry. I was confused, and was trying to understand. I just can't really cut her fabric until it's the amount she wants, and since she won't tell me, it's hard.
All the while I'm trying to follow her conversation, which was... Odd. I understood that she had moved out into the county, and her cat wanted outside but wasn't used to the woods. So she said she fought her cat to prepare him, and then he went and "boogied" with the coyotes and brought them home and partied. There was more, but it was very jumbled and involved wanting one black cat and one white one, so she can see the white one at night, but now she wants a panther. She went away happy, but the whole thing was so strange, and strange doesn't usually phase me. I'm used to it, sometimes I'm pretty strange, but this went past that...
*this is why I HATE when people don't just tell me how much they want! They hold it up and say "about to here." But I still have to measure it, and get it straight before I cut it! So if it's wrong, they say "I showed her how much I wanted and she didn't give me enough." And I have no way to dispute it.
I measure the fabric and tell her how much it is. I can't just cut because the rest of the bolt was too close, so I unwrap one more time. I realize this is hard to visualize. She sees the extra fabric and thinks I have measured too little. I explain what I did. She seems dubious, still thinking I measured wrong because the fabric looks different, I reiterate that I did measure to the place she indicated, but of course she can always get extra.*
After trying to explain and understand what she was trying to say, I finally stopped and said "I don't know what you mean." I couldn't understand what she wanted, her sentences where very fragmented. She never gave me any measurement, just kept holding up her hands or fingers to indicate size. Finally, she reaches forward and puts her hands on mine and says "It's okay! You're shaking! Just give me about this much more." First off, I don't think my hands were shaking, but it's possible because I had just had a double espresso. I was not acting in any way nervous, I wasn't angry. I was confused, and was trying to understand. I just can't really cut her fabric until it's the amount she wants, and since she won't tell me, it's hard.
All the while I'm trying to follow her conversation, which was... Odd. I understood that she had moved out into the county, and her cat wanted outside but wasn't used to the woods. So she said she fought her cat to prepare him, and then he went and "boogied" with the coyotes and brought them home and partied. There was more, but it was very jumbled and involved wanting one black cat and one white one, so she can see the white one at night, but now she wants a panther. She went away happy, but the whole thing was so strange, and strange doesn't usually phase me. I'm used to it, sometimes I'm pretty strange, but this went past that...
*this is why I HATE when people don't just tell me how much they want! They hold it up and say "about to here." But I still have to measure it, and get it straight before I cut it! So if it's wrong, they say "I showed her how much I wanted and she didn't give me enough." And I have no way to dispute it.
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