The light humming of The Spice Girls echoed in and out of the street. Petra was not paying much attention to it, because she was in the middle of folding a stack of orange t-shirts for the fall window display. Petra tended to zone out the radio station, because she preferred Top-40 hits over oldies.
The store was not very full, since it was only 10:15. But, there was quite a lot of commotion down the street. Petra poked her head out the revolving glass door to see what the fuss was about. In the distance, Shaniqua Washington (a known figure in town), was shouting at the bus driver for what seems like no apparent reason. Shaniqua was causing a scene. Traffic was backed up as far as the eye could see. Petra was very happy that she was inside the store today.
Around 12:00 o’clock, business began to pick up. The usual lunch crowd, consisting of young women, came in to try on clothes. Petra fully understood their behavior, because she too was always starving for fashion.
A particularly loud group of women entered the dressing room with armfuls of clothes.
“Do I look fat in these pants?” A brunette said to another.
“No, honey, you look amazing in those pants!” Brunette number 2 said, as she rolled her eyes with out Brunette number one noticing.
Simple conversations like this really frustrated Petra. She dealt with this every single day. Petra never understood why women became so obsessed with the way one pair of pants looks on them. Oh, wait, Petra was exactly like these women.
The rest of the day ran pretty smoothly for Petra. At 9 p.m. she closed up shop. Just as she was locking up the two main doors, a thought came to her head.
The man from the brick wall suddenly appeared in her brain. She did not know why, because she had never had any personal connection with the man. All she knew was that he was there for a reason and she needed to know why. As soon as possible.
The store was not very full, since it was only 10:15. But, there was quite a lot of commotion down the street. Petra poked her head out the revolving glass door to see what the fuss was about. In the distance, Shaniqua Washington (a known figure in town), was shouting at the bus driver for what seems like no apparent reason. Shaniqua was causing a scene. Traffic was backed up as far as the eye could see. Petra was very happy that she was inside the store today.
Around 12:00 o’clock, business began to pick up. The usual lunch crowd, consisting of young women, came in to try on clothes. Petra fully understood their behavior, because she too was always starving for fashion.
A particularly loud group of women entered the dressing room with armfuls of clothes.
“Do I look fat in these pants?” A brunette said to another.
“No, honey, you look amazing in those pants!” Brunette number 2 said, as she rolled her eyes with out Brunette number one noticing.
Simple conversations like this really frustrated Petra. She dealt with this every single day. Petra never understood why women became so obsessed with the way one pair of pants looks on them. Oh, wait, Petra was exactly like these women.
The rest of the day ran pretty smoothly for Petra. At 9 p.m. she closed up shop. Just as she was locking up the two main doors, a thought came to her head.
The man from the brick wall suddenly appeared in her brain. She did not know why, because she had never had any personal connection with the man. All she knew was that he was there for a reason and she needed to know why. As soon as possible.
