It was less than five minutes until we closed, and most of the shoppers were slowly, casually making their way towards the doors. One tiny, little older lady came flying through the doors, weaved her way through the flow of human traffic and made a bee-line towards me. Immediately, she rushed right up until she was inches away from my face.
"Excuse me, I know you are about to close, but I am hoping you can help me."
"Of course!"
"I am looking for... I am looking for...(sigh) I am looking for...Look, I'll tell ya what I need, I am looking for..."
Anytime now, I thought to myself.
"...an angel, a glass angel, about this big?" She held her hands roughly six inches apart.
"Eeeesh...glass angel? I have angels that are resin and used for yard decorations, but I don't have a glass one. If you would like I can show you those?"
"Yes please."
We walked by the table of glass decoration, and no we did not have angels. We walked around the garden display, looking at the angels we did carry, when she finally said "No, No you see I am looking for an angel that is coming out...coming out...and angel that is coming out..." She began to pantomime and odd motion. What was she doing? Throwing confetti and candy at a parade?So help me, I thought, if she ends this phrase with "out of the closet" I will die right here and now.
"coming out...coming out...of the TOMB!" She ended triumphantly, as though proud she had recalled the right words.
"Oh, The tomb! I am sorry, I don't carry anything that directly related to Easter."
"Oh, ok. Just checking. Have a good night!"
Yes. Yes I did just gay up an Easter Angel. You are free to judge me. But then I don't recall the Angles having a parade on Easter morning, but perhaps that part was just left out of the sermons.
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