Subject: Haggling Slack
Date: 18 Feb 1996 00:00:00 GMT
From: firstname.lastname@example.org (MegEliz)
Organization: Gene Wolfe Library and Family Restaurant, East Wing
The following may not sound like much, but it would if you appreciated
that this girl paid the sticker price for a HOUSE a few years back.
The real estate agent was not a scary-looking guy named Abdul, either.
Today we went to The Carpet Palace, me and Sparky. We had been
cruising for carpet and since it was a huge building painted day-glo
yellow, we couldn't miss it. Sparky loved the piles of magic carpets
and decided to treat them like her own specially designed olympic
obstacle course while I looked around.
I was swarmed by the Arabs who inhabit the Palace and they steered me
toward a puny, putrid little rug with elephants on it. I specified
that I was looking for something for the baby's room - a mistake. If I
wanted her to look at nightmarish pink pachyderms, I'd shove "Dumbo"
in the VCR, ya know? This was not the rug I wanted. They tried to
persuade me that it was "beauuuutiful" and "just da ting for a girl."
Instead I had my eye on a big black one with stars on it. When I asked
how much he replied that it was around $350 and didn't I want a
remnant? I did not want a fucking remnant, thankyouverymuch, I did not
drive way the hell out there to come home with a hunk of beige fuzz. I
smiled sweetly and wandered off.
Later I approached the desk and asked him to look up the price for the
star rug. After fumbling forever and muttering about making me a nice
deal, he said, "It is one ninety-nine."
I whirled around and sat down, "one fifty in cash." He looked pained.
The phone rang and I wandered off.
He hung up. I wandered back. He grabbed his forehead, "Oh.
I....well....okay. One seventy-five."
I smiled sweetly, "I only HAVE one fifty. That's all I've got." True
Abdul groaned. He grabbed his forehead again. "Okay. For your baby I
do dis ting."
When I showed him my empty wallet, he gave me a dollar back and then
started muttering proverbs about making one person happy.
I was made happy today by a scary man named Abdul. Sparky listened to
me whistle all the way home.
Not-Yet Popette (I'm goin' to Cairo!) Meg
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