I found Spook sleeping on my new squooshy pillow (that I'd bought specially,) the other night and caused him some distress by wheeching it unceremoniously from beneath his head. He really should know better.
I tried to make amends today, by going to buy him his own one. It's a lovely shop, 5 mins down the road, with nice smells and nice things. I squeezed the pillows at the back of the shop until I was sure I had the right one. Then, lightly clutching it to my stomach, strolled towards the front of the shop. There was only one couple in the shop, and the man moved over towards the door. The lady, with her head down, kept quite close to me. I was only just aware of this, but then the man asked me, in a slightly anxious voice 'Are you going to buy that?' I smiled brightly and said yes. It was clear he didn't know what to do next. The lady then confessed that the owner had nipped out to help her 91yr old friend cross the road and had asked them to look after the shop, or at least make sure no one stole anything. The minute I walked in, they had panicked and I suspect that, in their minds eye, I looked like a gangster. I laughed and laughed as I realised he was getting ready to rugby tackle me if I dashed for the door. The owner came back in and the holiday makers melted out the door in relief. I thought it was refreshing that the owner hadn't expected the couple to fill their bags and run for it.
I remember so well, the scent of the hunt from my short-lived career as a store detective - my bottom sticking out of a display of clothes one side, and my eyes peeping out the other watching my prey, a.k.a. innocent passer-by, so I wasn't offended.
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