As the door opened, a small bell chimed, alerting the Manager that new customers had arrived. He eagerly made his way to the front of the store, hopeful that these would be the right kind of customers for his store. "Welcome, welcome, " said the Manager, as he rounded the last aisle and reached the front door. He could barely contain his excitement as he saw these were indeed, the perfect customers.
Standing before him were two young high school teenage girls. One of the girls was a tall and thin, a statuesque beauty measuring almost 6 feet in height. She had long blonde hair, the body of a young runway model, and apparently the attitude to match it. She was busy typing a text message into a large expensive cell phone, and didn't even glance at the Manager as he approached. She was adorned in expensive jewelry and equally expensive clothes. The other girl was a sharp contrast to her friend. She was much shorter than her friend, barely over 5 feet tall. Her brown hair was mousey, and tied into a disorganized bun. She had a pretty face, but it was hidden behind large comically oversized glasses. Likewise she hid her body underneath a bulky sweater and skirt. She was fit, but did not have the shapely hips and nice hourglass frame of her friend.
Yes, thought the Manager, they will do nicely. "Good afternoon, young ladies. How may I be of service to you today?" said the Manager, smiling with his infamous strange grin.
The tall girl just held up one finger to quiet him, and continued to type furiously. The Manager just waited patiently, and continued to display that odd grin. The small mousey girl looked uncomfortable, and eventually said, "Brittany, I think maybe we should....." The tall girl, apparently named Brittany stopped typing and just stared at the mousey girl. The glare cut her off mid sentence, she returned to staring at the ground as Brittany furiously typed in her phone. Finally, after an embarrassingly long amount of time, Brittany stopped typing and closed her phone.
"Brittany, I think that was a little rude. Maybe you should apologize, " said the mousey girl.
"Whatever, Mary. Who cares what some minimum wage employee thinks? " said Brittany.
"Actually, I am the Manager of this fine store, " said the Manager, maintaining the same odd grin.
"Whatever, "said Brittany, looking around the store. "It looks like a dump, anyway. I wouldn't brag about being a manager here."
The Manager's grin never wavered or changed. "My dear, I must apologize, but I am confused. If this place looks like a dump to you, then why did you enter?"
"Umm, duh. Retro is cool now. I thought you might have something really old and retro. I mean, look at all the cheap junk around here, " said Brittany.
"I see, " said the Manager. "Yes, we do have some really old and unique items. Please feel free to browse, and let me know if there is anything you like." And with that the Manager retreated to the counter with the cash register.
Yes, thought the manager. These customers will do nicely.