A postcard from a Rut Vegas supermarket, with love.
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| Shoes by Ann Taylor |
"Hurry up, Son! The manager is walking toward us!", to inquire what on earth we were doing, I'm sure.
"D-oh! And please take your feet out of the paper plates behind you!"
As the manager walked toward us, I had the following scenarios on the tip of my tongue:
"You see, I'm writing an article on the things women can do these days in high heels."
"My son is doing a photography essay on toothpaste displays for homeschool."
"My son has a disorder where he suddenly drops on the floor in public places to play Bionic Surfer."
But all we got was a smile.
I think we may be their biggest customers.
Not too many families of six around them these here parts.
They all seem to know us when we come in.
Ciao!
