Wednesday, May 13, 2015
A Matter of Perspective
Tales from the Cutting Counter: An older couple comes up with a bolt of vivid orange cotton. We carry several lines of solids; the one they have is the top line. She asks for a yard and a half; I cut it, print the cutting ticket. "This is $8.00?!?" she exclaims. I examine the ticket. "Yes," I say. "Eight-Oh-Six. That's thirty percent off the regular price." She looks at her companion. "She's going to kill me for spending this much." They leave the fabric and ticket on the counter, and heads back into the fabric aisles. Back they come with two other orange bolts. After much discussion, they decide that the other oranges are not bright enough and their first choice is the best. "What are you making?" I ask. "A windsock for my brother's runway," she says. "My mother makes them. She has to make a new one every couple of years because they fall apart from being outside all the time." "So, your brother is a pilot?" I ask. "Yes." "And he needs a windsock so that he can take off and land safely?" I look her straight in the eye. "Well, yes." "Spend the $8.00." "Thanks." And off they go, feet firmly on the ground, but thinking of the brother, up in the air.