Some old woman's visit.

      

Well then. 

True Story, just one customer who came

in the retail store I work at in Atlanta. 

This strange, short figure swiftly appeared at my store's door, and in the blink of an eye, I greeted, "Hello..."

Stopping short of the usual "how are you?" as I truly got a look at her frail frame and old bones and gray hair. She clung to a pack of cigarettes and a lighter in one hand, and a shopping bag in the other. Her black feather boa floated over the rhinestone encrusted shoulders of her mid-thigh little black dress. An otherwise classy 80's dress, framed by wrinkly knees and elbows and feathers; she complained of arthritis in her legs. She slapped her shopping tote onto the counter, and limped, almost quickly though- toward the jewelry case. 

"How much are these pearls?" Her hand motioned vaguely, and I checked. 

"$68- but they are on sale.."

"Are they cultured?" She questioned.

"Yes."

She turned as if I'd answered wrongly,  going for her bag she said "Maybe later, oh! My legs...", 

She walked to the door so I said, with a smile, "Go rest your legs!"

 She turned her tired, feather framed face to me and countered my advice with,

"I'm gunna go get myself some whiskey!"