I was in a craft store a few weeks ago (I try not to go in there because I spend waaay too much money each time).
There were a few people lined up at the counter during the lunch hour and the girl working there must have been new because she was really, really slow. Her customer was a 40-ish something guy pointing out a sale item from their current catalogue.
I wasn't paying much attention just looking around at the shiny things on the shelves. I spotted a mini iron. It looks like an electric toothbrush, but it's an actual iron and it has a tiny pointy kind of head on it that you can use to flatten out small bits of fabric like you find on a quilt.
Anyway, I tune back into the conversation and the check out chicky had no idea what the guy was talking about. I realised he wanted the exact thing I was looking at. I reached back and took one off the display. Then I tapped him on the shoulder and said, "excuse me, is this what you're looking for?"
He compared it to the catalogue and said with surprise, "yes, that's it!" The girl was relieved but a little embarrassed and said to him, "I didn't know we stocked things like that! So much merchandise comes in every day, it's hard to keep track."
They both thanked me profusely, which made my head swell to ridiculous proportions. I felt good about myself that day. But I thought what a great place it would be to work here. Then I could surround myself in nifty craft type stuff all the time.
There were a few people lined up at the counter during the lunch hour and the girl working there must have been new because she was really, really slow. Her customer was a 40-ish something guy pointing out a sale item from their current catalogue.
I wasn't paying much attention just looking around at the shiny things on the shelves. I spotted a mini iron. It looks like an electric toothbrush, but it's an actual iron and it has a tiny pointy kind of head on it that you can use to flatten out small bits of fabric like you find on a quilt.
Anyway, I tune back into the conversation and the check out chicky had no idea what the guy was talking about. I realised he wanted the exact thing I was looking at. I reached back and took one off the display. Then I tapped him on the shoulder and said, "excuse me, is this what you're looking for?"
He compared it to the catalogue and said with surprise, "yes, that's it!" The girl was relieved but a little embarrassed and said to him, "I didn't know we stocked things like that! So much merchandise comes in every day, it's hard to keep track."
They both thanked me profusely, which made my head swell to ridiculous proportions. I felt good about myself that day. But I thought what a great place it would be to work here. Then I could surround myself in nifty craft type stuff all the time.
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