Tales from the Cutting Counter: I was putting a bolt of fabric back on
the shelf today, and saw a customer at the end of the aisle. She was
about my age, short, dressed in a purple velour jacket and pants, and
had dyed-black long hair pulled back with a sparkly, glittery purple
doo-dad. Her makeup was bold and perfectly applied. As I approached
her, I smiled and said, "Hi!" She looked at me, sighed, shook her head
slowly and said, "Don't I wish."