6 December 2012 (South Africa)
After Namibia we were in Capetown for a couple of days. The kind of souvenirs I’m always after, are fabrics. I love making clothes and I already do have a huge pile of fabrics in stock, but I can’t pass a fabric store without taking a quick look.
In a fabric store in Capetown I fought a psychological battle with an unsympathetic woman. Let’s call her Unsy.
I found 3 rolls of perfectly matching fabrics and laid them side by side in the rack to have a proper and thorough deliberation with me and myself.
Next to me Unsy had her eye on the same kind of fabric, but in different colours than my rolls. But suddenly … she grabbed one of ‘my’ rolls and walked to the counter, where the cutting tables were located. Of course it was not mine yet. I had not put my hand on it, so … yeah … how do you deal in such a case?
I grabbed my 2 other rolls and followed her to the cutting table. She put her rolls down at the cutting lady. She ordered the measurements and while she turned around I just heard her saying she quickly had to grab some haberdashery at the bridal department.
The cutting lady started to measure one of the rolls of Unsy in its total! Was she planning to buy the complete rolls? Also my pink one? What? The full 30 meters? Without leaving to 2 meters for me?
Well Damn! One single minute earlier she clearly had seen that I was considering to buy it too!
In high dudgeon I felt my ears pulling backwards and my whiskers pulling forwards.
Unsy’s cutting lady called to another cutting lady to help me in between, because she herself would be busy for a while.
So, when she looked the other way, in a split second I pulled the pink roll out of her pile and held it vertically beside my body to hide it on my walk to the next cutting lady. I made myself as broad as possible and intensively watched the bridal department.
When my whiskers are pulled forward I’m hardly able to talk normally anymore. Other, more extrovert people probably firmly would say: “Hey lady, I was interested in that roll too, you know!” But even then … there is always a risk that I would lose. Irrespectively how dishonest that would be, but I was not a local. Who know all those women are knowing each other. Maybe Unsy was a ‘high roller’.
So to prevent I would lose, I felt forced to be Sneaky & Sly. But hey; after all Unsy had begun the fight! She started to play Blunt & Rude! Isn’t it?
I slide the pink roll forward a bit and at the same moment my cutting lady did the first cut, the cutting lady of Unsy suddenly stood in front of me and asks rather sternly: “Where did you get this roll?”
As far as my evil whiskers allowed me, I put my dumbest smile and pointed to my 2 other rolls. “Aren’t they adorable all together? I want 2 meters of every roll.”
“Yes! But! Where! Did! You! Got! It?! “she asks now with large spaces between every word. “From here,” I gestured to the rest of the store.
Did you take that roll from my table ?! she asks sharply. “Yeah,” I said in a tone as if it was a completely logical act. She looks past me and asked me: “And what now?”
In the mean time in the corner of my eye I saw my 2 meters were neatly folded on my stack, so I said: “I don’t know … now the roll is yours … I think?”
She madly frowned and took the roll in silence
Pfffff … I felt my whiskers relaxing.