Wednesday, September 12, 2007
A Bull in a China Shop
I hate moments like this. The moments that I want to just sink into the floor and disappear like the floor was really quick sand. My darling husband and I were browsing at an Op-shop (opportunity shop, or thrift store) when I manage to knock about 5 little vase things off a shelf. Now, the little vase thingies were sitting on the very edge of a little ledge on a shelf that was jutting out into a narrow walkway and when I turned around, my bag just cleared the shelf. I was mortified. I'm still mortified. If you could see me, you would see my face turning a brilliant shade of reddish-pink. The staff acted like it was not a big deal, admitted they were in a bad place and didn't make us pay for them. Don't take me anywhere. Leave me at home. I am a bull in a china shop.
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They didn't make a big deal about it because they actually HATE those vases and set them there on purpose, to get rid of the ugly stock.
You were just this weeks victim. Next week they'll set out all the coffee cups that need to go. The week after, it will be precious moments figurines, I'm sure.
I'm sorry. I would've felt the same way. But I bet Holly is right. The people in the shop aren't thinking anything about it anymore.
I'm the same way! If my elbow doesn't get them, my handbag does!
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