Mrs Spencer goes shopping (4)
The floor manager was furious. Billows of smoke puffed out of his ears. The mole peeped out of the carpet bag again. “Is he sending smoke signals to the Sioux?” he chuckled. Mrs. Spencer rammed him quickly into the bottom of the carpet bag.
“What the hell do you think you are doing?” he howled
“Rearrange everything again just the way it was before, thank you very much.”
“You could just fire me,” suggested Mrs. Spencer in a helpful tone of voice. “Are you nuts?”asked the floor manager. “You still can´t pay for the smashed automatic doors. Let´s see, after you have arranged the shelves back as they were you can go work on the tills.”
Mrs. Spencer sighed and trudged back to undo her marvellous work.
When she had finished she dragged her tired self over to the tills. She noticed most of the ladies at the tills were an unhappy looking lot. She smiled at them, introduced herself and went to sit down beside the till. She fell on her bottom. There were no chairs.
“Oh for the love of……” she began, “No wonder you are all miserable. This is only roaring for varicose veins”
She trotted off to the store room and spent the entire day making stools out of fruit boxes, cardboard and hard plastic bits. She made stools for all the grumpy five ladies. They laughed at her when she initially showed them her work. Some one even said, “I am not sitting on that!”
But by evening every one of them was sitting on the shop-made stools.
Davian
Theres nothing like the relief of finding what youre liokong for.