John C’s a professional puppeteer.
Because he wasn’t sure whether he liked the dragon enough to take him home, he tried it out first in the store, entertaining us with an impromptu performance.
He’s really good
“Why does the Museum buy statues without arms and legs?” I heard a woman ask the security guard standing next to an ancient Greek sculpture. I was late from lunch so couldn’t stop to hear his reply.
Problems with English: “You don’t have got stamps?” a man asked me.
A middle aged American woman was pushing her elderly Mother’s wheelchair around the store and snapping at everyone including us, after the old lady told her, “No thanks. I don’t want a gift.”
“I have to buy you something from the gift store.”
“I don’t want anything. I’ve got too much stuff already. I’m an old lady what do I want with it?”
“You have to have something because I want to buy something, damnit!”
“O.M.G.” she cried out when a plate fell off a bookcase and smashed in front of her.
He had a ring in his nose just like a bull. I felt sorry for his mother.
I served Martha Crocket. I was nice and didn’t ask if she was related to Davey.
Four-year-old Sienna and her two-year-old sister Zoe visited the museum with their nanny, who told them the crayons and coloring books were “for the plane.” “We’re going to Europe on Thursday,” she told me, “We spend three months every summer at their home in Saint Tropez.“
The next day I met Sierra who is three. She was doing little dance steps standing next to her Mother. “I can see you like to dance!” I said to her.
“Yes I go to ballet lessons,” she said.
“Will you do a dance for me?” I said, pointing to the big empty space behind her.
So she danced and whirled and jumped even though she was wearing flip-flops. I wasn’t the only person taking her photo, about half a dozen people whipped out their cameras and joined me.
When Sierra saw the large crowd, she stopped for a moment, not quite sure whether to carry on – you can see her bashful expression – but she’s such a great performer she learned to play her audience, and was delighted at the end when we clapped and cheered.
I’m sorry I didn’t turn the camera round to show you the pride and joy on her Mom’s face. It too was priceless.
He bent down and threw his rotten sandwich in the little garbage bin next to my register, but never thought of asking whether I minded being left with a stinking sandwich. O.M.G!