Apr 22, 2016 2:38pm
I am the only customer in the dark little store. There is a sole female clerk, wearing a short, tightly fitting dress with broad shiny bangles, multiple golden rings on several of her fingers and large golden earrings dangling from her ears, standing behind the counter. I choose three items…
“I would like to have these three, please; each in a paper envelope.”
Meticulously, she removes each from its plastic case, folds the labels, and slips them into paper envelopes. The task takes longer than it should due to her very long, gem-studded fingernails, and her frequent furtive glances in my direction.
“I remember you.”
“You do?… Is it because of the extra work I’m having you do with the envelopes?”
“It’s no problem. You were in here a few months ago.” (She hands the envelopes to me.)