So, today I went looking for curtains and paint-colours for my new house. (I?m moving)
And we ( my mum and me) enter this store that I have visited years ago, and liked. This lady comes up to help me, we are looking at samples, and all of a sudden ... god almighty, it had to happen ... A Jehovahs?s Witness steppes into the same space I am in. My mum said ?hi? he said ?hi? and naturally, so did I.
Turns out, he bloody owns the place right now. And I explained ?OH God!?. To which he returned an ?indeed?. And then I said ?So that means I am not allowed to shop here??. And he said ?naturally you can shop here, you may spend tons of money here?.
Sleeceball. He will take my money, but won?t have the curtesy to greet me in the street. I think not.
I spend three hours of his employers time, to find and decide on *everything* colour wise, fabric wise, etc. I wrote it *all* down, and will *not* buy it there.
I was however, polite enough to inquire whether his people worked on commision, they did not, so I didn?t mind it one bit, taking up there time. He is paying for it.
Then, sheer horror, the place turned into bloody Jehovah-ville. 6 of ém came to visit the place, chitter-chatter among themselves, nicely ignoring me. I pretended to own the place meanwhile, asking for literally everything the shop had ... One of them btw, was my former best friend. She looked good, which makes me happy.
I was a bit shaken when finally leaving, but have a nasty pleasure in the fact that I didn?t run away...
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Blue Bubblegum Girl