On Mother’s Day I worked in the main store, at the busiest register. As I predicted, the museum was a popular venue, which for us translates into a *B*U*S*Y* day.
Three people wished me a Happy Mother’s day:
- a Grandmother with three generations of her large family
- a woman who told me her Mother was in Mexico so she came with her friend’s mother, and although I can’t speak Spanish and the old lady couldn’t speak English we were able to “chat” so I can tell you she’s been married 55 years, has two daughters and three sons, and had a lovely visit at the museum. We hugged goodbye.
- a woman who cleans the bathrooms.
- One large bus of Russian tourists arrived as soon as we opened the door. I’m getting very good at Russian sign-language.
- One woman wished me Happy Women’s Day
- One woman offered to pray for me – Jennifer – from Sydney
- One kid – Sophie, aged eight – said, “Thank you,” to her Dad when he paid for her gift. Just one kid out of the hundreds I served all day!
- One Australian couple on a two month tour of the United States and Canada.
- Two questions:
- 1. “Do you have something on the Page Museum?” she asked me.
“No, sorry.” I said
“Nothing?” … etcetera
- 2. “Do you have a lest loom?” she asked me.
“Yes. When you go out the door turn right, and then first right again.” I said
“Lite and lite?”
“That’s correct. To get to the Rest Room, go Right and Right.”
- Several people fought over who would pay for their purchases. Trying to make sure I’d take their money they pushed their mother-sister-daughter-friend’s hand away and shared with me why they wanted to pay: “It’s Mother’s Day,” “She bought me lunch,” “She paid for the parking,” “I’m staying with her.”
- One extremely tense, angry woman pushing her mother in a wheel chair, yelled at everyone including her mother – because the old lady didn’t want a gift from our store. I said, “Perhaps all your mother wants is just being with you?” “No! No! That’s not right!” she yelled, “She has to have a gift!”and after much coming and going, and leaving her Mother’s wheelchair parked in the way, she made three separate purchases of “stuff”. Oh my god a few hours later I was horrified to see her in the line again, this time clutching a discount coupon, which she insisted on using even though the line was out the door and we had to do three separate refunds for her, so she could save three dollars.
- “Your Marie-Antoinette doll is in poor taste,” the man told me. I agree, but I’m not the buyer. I too cannot imagine how anyone can buy a doll that beheads itself.
- One Tee shirt worth mentioning: “National Sarcasm Society.”
- too many nasty people pressed the button for “The Scream“. Which reminds me that some months ago, when I commented that I’m going stark raving mad from the horrible sound when people press the “Try Me” on The Scream, Priya asked what it looked like. Here it is Priya.