An elderly woman came into the store today. She looked deeply into my eyes and told me I have got it goin’ on.
She spread open her arms and looked quickly around as if awestruck by the surrounding beauty. She said the red hand baskets are stacked so neatly and are beautifully bright. My smile is so lovely. Clearly, the store is like heaven and I am its ambassador.
"But, do you see that girl? The girl outside..." she began to scowl. "That girl is up to no good. She means the store harm. She is a witch with evil ways."
But I have got it goin’ on, the black woman reminded me, her dark eyes steadily locked onto mine. The store looks so lovely and I feel like its ambassador.
"But that girl, the one loitering outside, means to cause us harm. Excuse me! I’ll go straighten her out," the angry woman claimed. “I’ll show her,” she muttered while leaving the store.
I was amused but confused. My smile began to fade as the shine of the kind woman’s compliments wore off.
I looked out the window and what did I see? A sick mother greeting her daughter, perhaps. They talked briefly before strolling together up the street. No sign of discord or struggle of any kind.
I turned and faced my store as clouds of emotion formed in my head and distorted my memory.
This crazy woman's show -- both strange and exciting -- breathed more life into me than anything else that day.
*Tales of the Wiggly Piggly ~ Crazy things happen in retail, especially in San Francisco. These are my stories as a checkout clerk at a local drug store, under the pseudonym Wiggly Piggly.