So retail is my chosen money-earning profession of the moment. You have your normal suburban people wandering around shopping. Until there comes a customer or two who just keep me totally captivated. Yesterday was one of those days.
We had a sale on (actually, that's not uncommon. we're on sale almost everyday, except for the day in between catalogues), but we actually had a good sale on. So there were people everywhere.
For some odd reason I was rostered on in kitchenware, a relative holiday considering I work in TV Hifi. People know what they need, they get it. They don't need someone to spend half an hour convincing them to buy it. Add to that the fact that there was 30% off practically everything in the department. We had lots of people.
Enter a family: Mum, Dad and teenage son. Situation normal? No way. Mum was late 40's blonde hair, pink sweater, white pants, generally immaculate looking. Dad was same age, white shirt, beige pants and (get this) a blue sweater around his shoulders. Yes. As in the cheesy 1980's cigarette ads set in bloody Monaco or wherever they sent models to go to have photo shoots promoting Longbeach's cancer sticks.
The madness didn't end there. The son was the icing on the cake. He was wearing much the same as his father - Beige pants, checked shirt, but he must have been cold because he actually had his sweater on. He had his hair cut in a way that no boy over the age of ten should have their hair styled. He just silently followed 'mother' and 'father' around the store as they shopped for a block of knives. For all of the WBC-ers reading this: Imagine Matthew Squires had he been placed in the family he acted like he belonged in.
I thought people like this didn't exist. At least not in Perth. Sure, perhaps in Toffenham, England or Richmansville, USA. But blimey, there are people in Perth who dress like that and act like that?
And if they do exist here, then what the hell are they doing shopping at Myer?
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