I have a reconditioned vacuum cleaner. It needs servicing a couple times a year. I take it to a wonderful little family run shop in my neighbourhood. The three brothers are eastern european with heavy accents and none of them is taller than my belly button.
When you walk in they call you darling and trip over themselves to serve you. They wink and twinkle and flatter and then it begins.
With heavy accents and loud voices they all begin to discuss with you the blowing and the sucking, darling, as they tear apart your vacuum cleaner. They assume that you want to learn about this and that they should instruct you in their loudest outdoor voices.
As a crowd gathers around you, you feel the heat rise in your cheeks. This is a regular day, no one is adoring you the way these boys do and quite frankly, it is quite something to discuss the blowing and sucking so earnestly.
Then with dust flying the three of them put your vacuum back together, say “no charge” throw in a free box of new bags, insist that you, princess, will not carry it out but they will and they follow you, like little ducks, out to your car. One turns to the other at this point and says “she ought to be in pictures,no?” You giggle like a school girl, dropping like a sweater, your feminist pride, to the floor. You thank and get into your car, still smiling and blushing.
Because you are so so flustered you realize your purse is still in the shop. You run back in to hear them turn to the next customer, a woman, in her late 70’s and corrector shoes and bifocals, “darling, you should be in the movies”.
Unlikely. You would rather be blind and crippled by heels than be that girl.
Don’t you remember? I was the one in there with the bi-focals and corrector shoes when you went back for your purse? Those brothers have finely tuned their act over many years. very funny – love, mom
that is great! clearly they have fabulous taste
I know exactly what shop you are talking about! I have recommended them countless times and so many people tell me they often get free service. I don’t know how they make money. I love those guys, and I thought I was the one they thought should be a movie star!! Darn….