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Thursday, August 28, 2003
Al Bundy! Maybe, Maybe Not!
This one inspired by MissCashier, ;-)I sold shoes to work my way through college. When I tell people that I sold shoes, they think they are original in calling me Al Bundy. So I usually get to the "sole" of the matter by saying it before they do and leaving them feeling silly.
I wasn't a cashier per se, but I rang up my sales on the cash register. At that time we actually had to do math to count change. Oy, Now I'm feeling old.
When I went to college it wasn't anywhere near as costly as it is today. I had to make sure I made shoes literally "walk" out of the store to earn my commissions. I made a lot of money selling shoes. I earned so much that I had money left over after I paying for my tuition books. Thinking about it now, maybe I should get a second job selling shoes so I can pay for the school loans for my kids.
I wasn’t just an ordinary shoe salesman; I was a “fashion footwear consultant”. That had a better ring to it when I thought about touching those smelly, stinkin’ feet of some of our less than hygienically prepared customers.
Three things come to mind when I think about selling the podiatric implements.
One year, the manager of the store threw us a Christmas party, or shall I say in today’s politically correct environment, a holiday party. Mr. B had spent a little too much time imbibing himself before he made his way to the sales floor. He waited on a young child who just happened to have a hole in his sock. Mr. B proclaimed to the entire store “lookee here, we’ve got a blow out.” The mother of the child was so embarrassed by Mr. B’s behavior that she dragged the child out of the store without his shoes, old or new.
I had a PC (personal customer) enter the store. She told me that she wanted to try on a pair of patent leather boots that were displayed in the window. Knowing her as I did, I knew this was not going to be pretty. She always asked for a size smaller than she really needed and her calves were, shall I say “super sized.” Knowing that the customer is always right, I brought the boots for her to try. I put her foot in the boot. She wanted help zipping up the boot. I tried until my fingers became raw. She continued the near impossible task. After a few unbearable minutes, her hand flew at my face like a Mike Tyson punch. Luckily I was able to dodge that clenched fist before it grazed my eye. Looking down at the boot, I noticed she pulled the entire zipper from the body of the boot. She took off the boot, put in the box and said, “no thanks, I don’t think they fit.”
“Don’t think they fit! Hey Columbus, how long did it take you to make that discovery?”
A gentleman came up to the window to look at a pair of shoes. I walked out to him to see if I could provide any additional information and encourage him to try on the pair of shoes. I started to tell him that the shoe had a metal shank, arch support and that they were all leather, uppers and soles. He was very interested in the shoe and he bent down to get a closer, when just then, I heard a loud crack. The man banged his head on the window. He was standing right next to the window and didn't even see it. He developed a pretty good knot that was partly remedied by an ice pack. After I determined that he was ok, we had a good laugh and he had a new pair of shoes.
Sometimes I wonder why I left the retail business when I was provided with such great free entertainment.
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