I went into my local Dollar Tree today to pick up some don’t-care-if-I-lose-them utensils for tomorrow’s pot luck. As I approached the cashier, I overheard this conversation:
Customer: I heard Tonya Harding used to work here.
Me in my head: OMG – Really? I could totally see that and yet, how did I not know this??
Cashier: I’ve heard that, too, but she’s never worked here since I’ve been here. She comes in all the time, though.
Me in my head: OMG, OMG!! I’m getting closer! Now I know where she shops!!
Customer: Yeah, I’ve run into her a few times. Nice gal.
Me in my head: A few times? Yikes! I’ve been here for six years and I only saw her once through a restaurant’s window. So far behind!! And naturally she’s nice. She’s quite polite and unassuming from all rumored reports. Unless she’s in a bar. Those are different stories.
Cashier: Yeah, she was just here the other day. She’s nice and all but I still don’t like that whole Kerrigan thing.
Me in my head: Just the other day?!? Thisclose to a brush with greatness! Must. Now. Shop. Dollar Tree. Regularly.
Customer: You mean the whack-a-doo?
Me in my head: A description so complete, so simple, and so elegant, my head is spinning.
Cashier: Yup. Oh, well. Hey, Christine is out there waiting for you.
Me in my head: Christine? Who’s Christine?? Does she know Tonya? Is Tonya out there?
I bobbed and weaved my head to get a closer look out the Dollar Tree’s entrance only to discover Christine was another DT employee returning from her parking lot shopping cart round up. Sigh. Before long, Christine will know me, too.
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