Walt and I made one of our very rare shopping trips together last night. We needed to find an ottoman so we can sit together on the couch. Walt’s long skinny back gets sore if his feet aren’t up, and he’d spotted an ad for a storage ottoman for half price, so off we went, with our worm money clutched in our hot little fists.
The mall was nearly empty, perhaps because “American Idol” was down to its last two contestants of the season. We trotted up Penney’s escalator, hot on the the trail of our ottoman, wandered around in disconnected circles for a while, until finally Walt asked the young saleslady for help. She brought him to the aisle where the ottoman should have been, but wasn’t. She explained that those ottomans have been extremely popular, selling out immediately when they go on sale, and then checked the status of the item on her computer. She then checked to see whether any ottomans were lurking in two different storage areas. They weren’t. We thanked her and headed for the escalator. We were halfway down, when we heard hallooing from above. The saleslady was on the escalator above us, waving frantically and calling out that she’d found one! After a brief flirtation with the idea of running up the down escalator, Walt and I decided to use the up escalator. We all got upstairs and the saleslady triumphantly showed us a box with the coveted ottoman inside. We checked it out and decided to commit, but not before we took a photo of our favorite saleslady, whose name is Anna, sitting on the box. Walt took the photo with his Trackphone. (Tracphone? Tracfone?). He’d never used the camera on that phone before, so the Anna figured it out for him. When we figure out how to get the photo onto the computer, I will post her photo. Talk about fantastic service! Read the rest of this entry »
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