".... I just thought you needed some help." Trent mumbles, jolted by the strange customer. Some people obviously need their privacy - this one was one of those. Besides, hot or not, I ain't dealing with one of those women again. Angela was damn fine enough! Remembering her, he shivered slightly, but then refocused quickly to his work. An old woman, dumpy, stringy old carrot-hair, was meandering around the shoes. I know her, Trent thought, straightening up, and getting back into his groove. I just don't exactly know her name. Uh, hell. Miss, or Ma'am, that's a universal word, ain't it? She sure was confused, as usual. With one last sideways glance at the odd woman, he walked over to his real customer and began helping her out.
"Why hello, Ma'am, is there anything in particular that i can help you find?"" He suavely proposed to the little old woman.
"Why, hello again Samuel." I still don't where she gets that name from, but as long as it ain't from her old dead husband, I guess I can live with it. "I'm looking for some comfortable shoes, my pair are getting a little raggedy, is there any here that are comfortable?"
"Why, of course Ma'am! We've got a wide range of selections devoted to the most comfortable pairs of..." Of course, it was then that I got interrupted right in the middle of my speech. The speech never failed, and if I couldn't deliver it, who knows what will happen to her senile mind. I glared over to the tap I just received, to see that crazy gal standing right next to me. She looked like a junkie or something, a sense of want in her eyes. Of need. I can see her tremble and all and I wondered what the hell she wanted.
"Alright. I'm ready for your help." I just looked at her and laughed. My help? Girl, my help was on sale for one time only. It's off the shelves now. I wanted to turn my head and continue talking to my client, but it didn't look like she'd go away that easily. None of her type ever did.
"Just what do you think you're doing, miss? I'm afraid I'm with another customer, could you please hold on and I can be with you in..." I tried to calm the frantic girl down.
"No! No, I ain't got time for that! This is important." What a damn ... important? Who does she think she is? I looked over at the old lady, she had a worried look in her eyeglasses, she looked just like they do before they say "I'm fine, actually," I didn't want to lose her! So, I took this other one aside,
"Listen, miss. It's clothes. Clothes can wait, now so can you. I'll be with you in just a second."
"No. This isn't about clothes..." She said in her odd melodramatic voice. Right then I could feel relief welling up inside me. I laughed her off and turned back to my actual customer, but she kept going on..
"It's about the end of the world!" She screamed out in a screechy whisper. I put my head down, too embarrassed to be talking to this person. Then picked it up to see how my customer was doing. Damn!! She looked scared! That damn crazy witch has gotten her scared! I could hear those words coming right at me like a bullet,
"Um. Samuel, I can come back. I think you two need to talk..." And there she went. Oh well, it's just a customer. The worst part will be talking with this nut job! Turning around, I glared straight into her horrified eyes. Witch! I'll smack the fear out of your eyes... that's what I felt. But what I said was,
"The end of the world?"
"Yeah." She was serious. Dead serious, like one of those bums with the "Apocalypse is Coming" signs on outside. She was odd though, because she did this with her beauty. What a damn waste, I thought as I looked into her perfect green eyes. I didn't really want to talk with her anymore. It was almost closing time, and I was already tired of her. Then again, what the hell do I have to lose, I guess...
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