Mister Moustache
so why is it that everyone thinks i am lindsay lou the concierge? at least 3 times a day, someone above the age of 60 comes in and asks me why the ham place next door went out of business. well let’s see…i don’t own it, i don’t work there and umm unfortunately, before they decided to board up their windows and sneak out overnight, they did not get a chance to stop by lindsay lou and fill me in on the downfall of their business. not only do i get to explain all of the possibilities as to why this could’ve happened but i then get to stand in front of their ex-customers while they look at me in dismay as if i had a helping hand in locking up their doors. attention: I DON’T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED!
then our other daily "customer" pays us a visit, not to shop of course, but instead to use the phone and demand money from some lady i’m assuming to be her mother. this little charade has been going on for about a month now and i was beginning to think there was really no one on the other end until today, i redialed the # and in fact, some lady did answer. but next time, i’m going to have to think up of some broken phone excuse because it’s a little alarming to customers when someone is screaming into the phone demanding bus fair. hmm…
it didn’t end there…we get another typical passerby who wants to know what happened to "uh-oh boutique". how do you respond to a question about a store that has been out of business for over a decade?? judging from her getup, i understand why her uh-oh ensemble went searching for this boutique. when i explained that the boutique was long gone, i again got stared down as if i played a role in their closure as well.
oh and let’s not forget the lady who stormed in demanding to know where bank of america was. what do i look like?? mapquest? after telling her she was going to have to get back in her car to get there, she scoffed and mumbled something about chase bank on the way out the door.
i’m thinking of either turning around the open sign or snagging the bird from outside, putting him on my shoulder, flipping on my bucket cap, taping on my moustache and playing mister disguise in the corner.
