[stylist] Hoody bit
James H. "Jim" Canaday M.A. N6YR
n6yr at sunflower.com
Wed Jan 5 14:49:12 UTC 2011
nice job brad!
jc
At 08:14 AM 1/5/2011, you wrote:
>for a little self-amusement this morning :)
>
>The store manager was new so I suppose you
>really couldn't blame him. I don't think he had
>much experience in this sort of thing before,
>but after an incident such as this, I'm sure
>he's learned a thing or two. A few of us tried
>to tell him early on but it was as if he didn't
>even hear us, or as if he couldn't understand us
>at all. It was almost like he didn't speak our
>language. Well, anyway
we didn't push too hard
>because we had heard he was a bit hot under the
>collar, though you really would not have thought
>that by just looking at him. I mean his white
>pressed short sleeved shirt and bright tan
>slacks were
hmmm alright. I mean the slacks
>weren't that dark so they were OK. I mean he
>couldn't wear white slacks too or he'd look like
>a doctor or something, you know, too clean and
>proper. No, the light tan slacks were OK, too
>dark and well, you know, *spoken in a whisper*
>the darky slacks
no matter how you try to
>contrast them
because of their color they just
>send the wrong message you know.
>
>I on the other hand, with my official medium
>sky blue long sleeves, neatly pressed chest
>pockets, stiff unwrinkled collar standing proud
>atop the wide shoulders, sharply contrasted dark
>blue slacks creased commanding municipal
>respect being tied off at the waist by a shiny
>black leather belt, knew this sort of thing
>happens from time to time. I might have expected
>it too from the murmuring I thought I heard earlier on in the evening.
>
>I'd say it happened somewhere around 11:00PM,
>shortly after closing time and all the store
>personnel had gone home for the night. The place
>was dark and only the security lights lit
>certain areas of the store. The dress shirt
>section was well lit and out in the open, as was
>the tank tops and plane sweat shirts. Even the
>wild carefree T-shirts with their brazen
>multi-colored logos slapped on them like cheap
>chest tattoos were out in the open. There were
>others though that were hidden in the shadows of
>the security lights. If anyone should have been
>hidden from the light it should really have been
>the negligees and unmentionables but no, it
>wasn't that way, not like other stores with
>well you see, this is where the store manager
>well I'm sure he knows now, but it always has to
>come to something like this before anything is done about it.
>
>As I said I think it had to be a little after
>11:00PM, shortly after closing time, maybe
>11:30PM I'm not really sure. I was standing
>there quiet-like, the store was all still. And
>out of the buzzing noise of the scantly
>illuminating fluorescents, I thought I heard
>this whispering. At first I wasn't sure but then
>it seemed to get louder. Sure enough I began to
>hear these voices and right away I knew what was
>happening. Their accent and dialect gave them
>away even in the darkness. As the murmuring grew
>louder I began to pick out what was being said.
>
>"Look at you mon weeth your foncy stripes and
>pressed coalars... get a load ofe deece guy
>mon... oh... tsk tsk tsk. Aw. Jew popped a
>coople boatens. Aw Chus like deece one here, dos a shame mon".
>
>I knew right then we had trouble and it wasn't
>going to be pretty. But what was I to do. The
>manager had me clipped up on the display wall
>with arms stretched out like I was being
>crucified. I'm telling you, I mean I'm not
>saying? I'm just saying. You know, I think the
>manager had a lot of missed responsibility here.
>New or not, well anyway, I could hear things
>were heating up from another section ...
>
>"Hey man look at this feller. he's a thinkin'
>he's purdy smart wit dat Rayon tag he's a sportin' there. Well I'll just..."
>
>And then I heard this horrible tearing sound. I
>mean he made off like he was going to rip off
>just the tag but it sounded like he tore the
>whole arm off the guy. All this was happening
>just around the corner where I couldn't quite
>get a good look at who the trouble makers were,
>but I knew. Oh, I knew alright. It was easy for
>the cops to tell too when they finally came in the next morning.
>
>But anyway pinned helpless there I heard another
>scream, I looked and finally I could see
>something of what was going on just outside of
>the shadows. It was coming from the negligee section.
>
>"Get your hands off me you, you... you... piece of white... help! Help!"
>
>I looked over and it confirmed my suspicion. The
>upper part of his garment was the tell tale
>thing but with Lederhosen? I mean that's an odd
>combination but these trouble makers, they'll
>wear anything for an identity that draws attention to them.
>
>All of a sudden the voices got louder. The
>trouble makers with there accents and dialects
>were pushing shoving and ripping everyone off
>their hangers. You could hear shirts drop to the
>floor, some in just a protective fetal position,
>and others because they were yanked off the
>rack, thrown down and stomped. Screams and
>torrents of obscenities rang out along with
>fabric names. Cotton, Rayon, Wool, Polyester
>Blend, you name it and it was yelled out just
>before they were beaten or tore to shreds. If
>attacking them for their textile ethnicity
>wasn't good enough, the troublemakers began
>spewing out styles. V-necks, tank tops, button
>down, short sleeve, long sleeve, no sleeve, it
>didn't matter they were out to make their mark
>in the clothing section of the store. cries for
>help rang out one after another and like I say,
>there I was pinned against the wall in "nail me
>to the cross" mode, unable to do anything.
>
>Well, by the time the store manager got there in
>the morning every stitch of clothing was tossed
>on the floor. Buttons lay randomly in the isles
>along with ripped off collars, pockets and
>sleeves. Hangers littered the main isle next to
>crumpled broken plastic displays and metal
>tubular hanging racks tipped over. I was lucky
>enough to have landed face down with the top of
>my display wall propped up against the feet of
>the denim shirt's round rack that was in front
>of me before all this started, so I wasn't
>crushed. Yes, every stitch of clothing was
>either tore, had its buttons popped, its buckles
>wrenched off, or otherwise destroyed. When the
>humans walked in only one set of garments was
>left sitting untouched and only slightly
>misarranged according to size as if they
>scampered to return to the rack before someone saw.
>
>That's when they knew who caused all this
>trouble. Those troublemakers the hoodys. Its
>always the hoodys, you can't trust a one of them
>I tel ya. And it doesn't matter if they have
>draw straps, are pull overs or zip, have tattoos
>on their chest like the T-shirts or not. No
>matter what color, solid or multi-colored, they
>all were there hanging presuming innocence while
>the rest of us lay in a shambles on the store manager's pretty little floor.
>
>
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