Sightings, part 2

[vampyr]

Hi again. Today on my lunch break I went out shopping with my pal from work Jolene. She took me to this really fancy place . . .well . . really snobbish place. One of those where you ring the doorbell and they buzz you in. The salesbitch that waited on her had her name ("Marci") embroidered on her shirt.
So why am I saying all this? Because when Marci came out from behind the counter I noticed she was shoeless! She was wearing metallic blue nail polish and four toe rings (two on each foot) and her feet were 100% bare. The floor in this store was immaculately clean and her soles, from the quick glimpses I got as she walked, were pink and smooth. She showed Jolene around the store and I heard her say "Fashion is all about comfort whether you are at home, on a date or at work." and I sensed she was also saying why she was padding around the store barefoot.
Well Jolene bought some pink thong underwear but I did not care for the prices in the store so I left as empty handed as I went in. Marci sort of glared at me as we left; I think she was mad because I did not buy anything. I felt like saying "You just work here, drop the attitude." but I didn't.

PS: I went back to the liquor store tonight and saw Ariadne again. Want to hear what happened?

 

[sole seeker1]

Attitude from a sales-clerk with her first name on her shirt, harumph!

Corruptress, either of two possibilities seem most likely to me:

One - She's simply better than you (and the rest of us too).

Or,

Two - in her last job she was required to ask, "Do you want fries with that?" as she rung up a sale. Now that she's escaped from that grease-filled environment and her complexion has cleared up she's developed attitude. Harumph again!

 

[vampyr]

Well, having nothing better to do I went back to that store today. After getting buzzed in I started looking at a rack of t-shirts when I heard a voice ask "May I HELP you?" in a very icy manner. Sure enough it was Marci. She had a different shirt but her name was still embroidered on it and I had not heard her come up behind me because . . .you guessed it . . .she was again
unshod.
Like a true salesbitch she gestured at the shirts and said "THOSE are individually hand painted, NO TWO are alike." (this is the best way I can illustrate the way she talked) "And they are ONLY fifty dollars each." I turned my attention to a swimsuit and before I could say a thing she said "THAT is an original Donatella Versace. IT is ONLY two hundred dollars."
I said "What sort of casual dress shoes to you have?" and she hissed back "We DO NOT stock shoes." I almost said "Oh is that why you never wear any?" but something told me I was better off not saying that.
I looked at a hand painted thong bikini which I would probably never wear (not that I couldn't, I am just not a showoff) and I liked it but the thought of giving that barefoot bitch a commission just turned me right off. I left the store, probably never to return.
If any of you decide to go there . . .I wish you luck.

 

[crazy911]

so why don't we all go to the store as one big mob...tie the bitch up and rake those beautiful soles to make her squeal😀

 

[His Divine Shadow]

I can distract the authorities by shooting up a random building nearby. (Plus, the noise will conceal her laughter)😎