Confusion
I wrote this post in August 2010, and couldn't decide if I should publish it. I guess I made up my mind. Names have been changed to protect the innocent.
I know Northbrook's a small town, and we do get phone calls asking us if a certain person might be in the shop and if so, could we ask them to pick up some butter or whatever on the way home. I like that aspect of living here. But what happened Saturday morning was a little crazy and a little creepy.
On Saturday morning, I got to the shop early to get some paperwork done. All the lights were off, but I hadn't locked the door after I had entered the store. Around 9:30am, the door chime signalled someone was entering the music store and there I was in the yarn shop. So I quickly popped over to the music store, only to hear the chime for the yarn shop. So, I whipped over to the yarn shop. And you guessed it, no one was there, they were back in the music store. So, I hollered out, "Where are you?" and told them I'd be there is a second.
I met an impeccably groomed woman in the doorway of the music shop, and I quickly turned on the lights and apologized for not being in the shop when she entered and explained we don't open until 10:00 am. And all she said was, "You're not Madame X (the previous owner of the building)! And I agreed that I wasn't Madame X. Then she asked me if Madame X was still running the store and when would she be in, and I told her Madame X wasn't running the shop and therefore wouldn't be in that day. The woman was getting a bit agitated now. I told her we had purchased the building in December 2007. She told me she had just been up to the Madame X's house but she wasn't in. And she needed to see her. NOW.
Finally she asked me, quite forcefully, "Do you know where she is?" I have to admit all sorts of nasty retorts were just swirling around in my brain and I had to restrain from telling her I wasn't the Amazing Kreskin, and I had better things to do than watch people walk up and down the street or take role call of the 534 residents of our town.
I simply said that I didn't have a clue, and asked if there was anything else I could help her with. Apparently not. She turned, walked out the door, got in her car and peeled out of the parking lot, spraying gravel all over the place.
Guess that was the wrong answer!
I know Northbrook's a small town, and we do get phone calls asking us if a certain person might be in the shop and if so, could we ask them to pick up some butter or whatever on the way home. I like that aspect of living here. But what happened Saturday morning was a little crazy and a little creepy.
On Saturday morning, I got to the shop early to get some paperwork done. All the lights were off, but I hadn't locked the door after I had entered the store. Around 9:30am, the door chime signalled someone was entering the music store and there I was in the yarn shop. So I quickly popped over to the music store, only to hear the chime for the yarn shop. So, I whipped over to the yarn shop. And you guessed it, no one was there, they were back in the music store. So, I hollered out, "Where are you?" and told them I'd be there is a second.
I met an impeccably groomed woman in the doorway of the music shop, and I quickly turned on the lights and apologized for not being in the shop when she entered and explained we don't open until 10:00 am. And all she said was, "You're not Madame X (the previous owner of the building)! And I agreed that I wasn't Madame X. Then she asked me if Madame X was still running the store and when would she be in, and I told her Madame X wasn't running the shop and therefore wouldn't be in that day. The woman was getting a bit agitated now. I told her we had purchased the building in December 2007. She told me she had just been up to the Madame X's house but she wasn't in. And she needed to see her. NOW.
Finally she asked me, quite forcefully, "Do you know where she is?" I have to admit all sorts of nasty retorts were just swirling around in my brain and I had to restrain from telling her I wasn't the Amazing Kreskin, and I had better things to do than watch people walk up and down the street or take role call of the 534 residents of our town.
I simply said that I didn't have a clue, and asked if there was anything else I could help her with. Apparently not. She turned, walked out the door, got in her car and peeled out of the parking lot, spraying gravel all over the place.
Guess that was the wrong answer!
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