Imagine working retail for a momenta purgatory toward a paycheck I hope many of you have escaped from long ago or, even more fortunately, never had to go through yourself. You see a disgusting buffet of people you never thought could leave the house much less make sufficient money to spend it on whatever youre selling it the place you call work. That is the mixed blessing of retail youll see every kind of American mish-mash you could want to see. Its not uncommon to see NASCAR fans (a real treat), yuppie liberals, disgusting people with big foreheads, foxy co-eds who starve themselves and on and on.
Now picture working in a text book store, my day job of the moment, and seeing a bronze goddess whos dressed like shes either coming to or coming from aerobics class in a black tank top and black short shorts that the bottom of her bottom spill out of. Shes there for books for the semester. Behind her is a wrinkled guy, not unlike Jim Leyland without the mustache or Tigers uniform. Hes in a pair of khakis and a brown leather jacket. He follows her around and awaits orders.
The dynamic between the two is appropriate to make one wonder is this husband and wife, husband and second wife, husband and third wife, boyfriend and girlfriend, unloyal husband and mistress or simply father and daughter? The two dont seem to have chemistry sufficient for romance, but think about it, hes fifty if hes a day if not damn near sixty. Hell do whatever she in short shorts demands if it means he has a snowballs chance of doing the hibbty dibbity later on. Fathers, especially, Ive observed, the fathers of cuties like this one, will buy their daughters anything, be it thousand dollar handbags, shoes, tennis bracelets or diamonds. Husbands and wives, in my experience, at least, theres something at least resembling a fifty-fifty give and take. Im pretty unfamiliar with second wife dynamics, so that could be the case. If she doesnt fit in to any of the above, it could be that shes a student of a very eager-to-see-her-succeed professor, but that couldnt be. When they checked out, (he paid, by the way) he didnt indicate he was an instructor at any school and they always do. They get a tasty discount.
Which leaves me with the answer I was most suspicious to: girlfriend and much older boyfriend or mistress and cheater. My co-workers and I immediately launched in to speculations as to what we just saw. They insisted it was child-whipped daddy and manipulative daughter. Not husband and second wife or mistress and divorcee. I told them to watch and see what car each get in to before they decide. She got in to a white Mustang and he got in to a tan Taurus, which in my mind, answers all lingering questions: he bought her the Mustang and he settled for the Taurus so shed stay with him and throw him a bone every month or a week if hes buying her gas. Id be lying if I say I didnt sneak a glance at her hind quarters on her way out and one of my esteemed co-workers caught me checking her out and laughed at me a little for it.
If youre lucky, while going through retail hell, you get an interesting customer a day. Like the guy who comes in almost every day, talks really loud and asks for a copy of the Free Press. Thats enough to make a normal day a memorable one.
Now picture working in a text book store, my day job of the moment, and seeing a bronze goddess whos dressed like shes either coming to or coming from aerobics class in a black tank top and black short shorts that the bottom of her bottom spill out of. Shes there for books for the semester. Behind her is a wrinkled guy, not unlike Jim Leyland without the mustache or Tigers uniform. Hes in a pair of khakis and a brown leather jacket. He follows her around and awaits orders.
The dynamic between the two is appropriate to make one wonder is this husband and wife, husband and second wife, husband and third wife, boyfriend and girlfriend, unloyal husband and mistress or simply father and daughter? The two dont seem to have chemistry sufficient for romance, but think about it, hes fifty if hes a day if not damn near sixty. Hell do whatever she in short shorts demands if it means he has a snowballs chance of doing the hibbty dibbity later on. Fathers, especially, Ive observed, the fathers of cuties like this one, will buy their daughters anything, be it thousand dollar handbags, shoes, tennis bracelets or diamonds. Husbands and wives, in my experience, at least, theres something at least resembling a fifty-fifty give and take. Im pretty unfamiliar with second wife dynamics, so that could be the case. If she doesnt fit in to any of the above, it could be that shes a student of a very eager-to-see-her-succeed professor, but that couldnt be. When they checked out, (he paid, by the way) he didnt indicate he was an instructor at any school and they always do. They get a tasty discount.
Which leaves me with the answer I was most suspicious to: girlfriend and much older boyfriend or mistress and cheater. My co-workers and I immediately launched in to speculations as to what we just saw. They insisted it was child-whipped daddy and manipulative daughter. Not husband and second wife or mistress and divorcee. I told them to watch and see what car each get in to before they decide. She got in to a white Mustang and he got in to a tan Taurus, which in my mind, answers all lingering questions: he bought her the Mustang and he settled for the Taurus so shed stay with him and throw him a bone every month or a week if hes buying her gas. Id be lying if I say I didnt sneak a glance at her hind quarters on her way out and one of my esteemed co-workers caught me checking her out and laughed at me a little for it.
If youre lucky, while going through retail hell, you get an interesting customer a day. Like the guy who comes in almost every day, talks really loud and asks for a copy of the Free Press. Thats enough to make a normal day a memorable one.