I was setting up my store today with the ever-colorful cast of characters that I have found at SafeCo field. In particular I was working with a rather elderly woman who limped around with a cane and latched onto me, calling me either Sweetie or Kiddo the whole day. When this visibly started to irk me, she resorted to baby-talk to try and cheer me up which only made fury course through my veins. "So, kiddo, wher-ah do you wantcha put yo'ah twading cards?"
Why me?
I was also working with what we in the biz call a rookie. He is very tall, and very quiet. I adore him. He hangs all the stuff I can't reach. I just have to point. I zoned out most of the day, folding, and staring at endless boxes of hats trying to decide the best color system of organizing them. I came back to Earth to hear baby-talk-old-woman saying:
"I am so excited to see 'Escape to Witch Mountain.' I love the man that is playing the protector of the children. I really believe he cares for those children's welfare. He is just such a great protector."
I turn slowly, "You mean the Rock."
Tall-kid turns toward me with a snap.
"That's JUST a stage name! He's Dwane Johnson now."
Lord knows I'll never make that mistake again.
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