Last night I spent a good two hours shopping around the mall with my mother, looking for a gift box. Just a plan ordinary gift box. We asked at one shop and they recommended The Dollar Store. They were all out. Another place with visibly unmade boxes under their counter suggested we try the post office. I was beginning to get suspicious and agitated. How was it possible that all these stores DIDN'T have enough spare gift boxes to sell us one?
We went into another store where I politely asked yet again the same question I had asked so many other stores:
Me: "Excuse me, do you sell gift boxes?"
Saleslady: "No, I'm afraid we don't"
But I didn't hear the end of her weak explanation because I was undoubtedly distracted by a MASSIVE pile of plain white gift boxes, all different sizes and shapes, which partially blocked off her exit from behind the counter.
Me: [pointing at the pile of boxes] "What are those then?"
Saleslady: "Those aren't for sale."
Me: "Why not?"
Saleslady: "In order for me to give you one of those boxes you would need to buy something from the store that is the exact size and shape of the box you want."
It was as though she was a fascist dictator and those boxes were her ever-heightening podium of power.
Eventually a lady in one of the stores felt bad for us and gave us a box for free. In her eyes you could see she had been through a similar situation herself.
Thanks again to the Rob Macintosh saleslady working in the Upper Canada Mall on Tuesday August 3rd (evening shift).
You Rock!
