Mrs Spencer goes shopping (5)
It was late in the evening when she finally started working on the till. She surprised herself at how good she was at this. She was friendly and she chatted to everyone. People were eventually queuing up to be served by her and not the grumpy others.
She was delighted with herself.
The mole poked his sleepy head out of the carpetbag.
“I think you´ve finally got the hang of things,” he said encouragingly. He watched her do business with a customer. Then he slapped a paw over his eyes.
“I´m not surprised everyone goes to your till Mrs. Spencer, you are giving back too much change.” he whispered to her.
“Oh I know that,” said Mrs. Spencer, “anyone could give back the right change, I just think these products are way overpriced.”
One of the grumpy girls whose weight had cracked the shop-made stool overheard this and ran over to the floor manager. She told him everything she had heard. Then she asked for a raise. The floor manager fired her and with even more smoke signals flying out of his ears he made his way over to Mrs. Spencer.
Mrs. Spencer tried to squash the mole back into the bottom of the carpet bag but this time he was having none of it. The floor manager´s face was beetroot red.
“You have some cheek, I am sending you back to the store room, first dismantle those stupid chairs and then you can clean out the store rooms and another thing – you are not going home tonight or ever until you have worked off your debt.”
Mrs. Spencer was about to say something when the little mole ran up and put a paw over her mouth.
“And what is that? You carry vermin in your bag, could you be any more disgusting and useless,” roared the floor manager.
The mole began to speak.
“Say you are sorry for what you have just said and that Mrs. Spencer needn´t worry about the glass doors as you are going to pay for them yourself and in fact you are going to give Mrs. Spencer a nice sum of money for the inconveniences she had here today. You are also going to buy proper stools for your staff and give each one a raise. Now hop to it and Mrs. Spencer will be off home now, good day to you sir.”
And he did it. The floor manager did exactly what the mole told him to do.
“How did you do that?” asked Mrs. Spencer.
“Well, if you had let me speak earlier you would have realised that I am gifted with being able to control other people´s minds. Why do you think I have lived all this time in your kitchen without even one complaint from yourself.” explained the mole.
“Oh,” said Mrs. Spencer, “we could have a lot of fun with this, let´s stay a little longer in the shop.” said a twinkly – eyed Mrs. Spencer.