Another busy week. Lots of people speaking many languages: Bonjour! ¡Hola! Ciao! Dag! Guten Tag! I love it 🙂
“How much is this?” they ask showing me the back of the postcard or book. Please folks I need to see the front, if you need a price.
On Sunday only five people opened the emergency door clearly labeled: “Do not open. Alarm will sound!” opposite the satellite store where I was working.
Joshua, a young man from Sta Ana, California, was looking at a book in front of my register and witnessed the theatrics when the alarm goes off: the buzzer buzzed, when the woman realized she’d set off the alarm she put her hand to her mouth in horror and shame, a security guard ran to check it out and give the all clear on his walkie-talkie, then showed her the correct door to exit.
“How could people miss the clearly marked and at eye level, ‘Caution don’t open the door’ sign?” asked Joshua who’d never been to the museum before.
I shrugged. We laughed.
- An Italian woman, “from Roma”, paid with a black (titanium) American Express card, the second one I’ve seen this summer. She had gorgeous, thick, red hair hanging down her back, flat gold shoes, a gray fluffy long-haired shirt/vest thingie, and a short gold skirt which I wanted to touch, because the fabric was exactly like a gold purse I had when I was a teenager, and I wondered whether it scratched, I’m sure it must’ve been hot.
Laura who is six, comes from Rio de Janeiro in Brazil.
She couldn’t understand why her mother said Rio de Janeiro the English way instead of using the correct Portuguese pronunciation … When her mother tried to explain that I wouldn’t understand the Portuguese form (with a “sh” somewhere) Laura thought her Mom was silly.
- “Will this be here when we have the Xmas sale?” a volunteer asked, holding up a book.
- I asked an Asian woman who lives in Calgary, Alberta what it’s like living in an oil boom town. “It’s OK… but there’s no culture there. No museums like this one,” she said.
- A Chinese woman paid for her book and key-ring with a credit card. We both said thank you, and we both bowed formally, but then she took out a dollar. Did she think she had to give me a tip? I just slowly shook my head, and she seemed relieved as she put the money away. Whew I didn’t want to offend her.
- “Why aren’t the paintings behind glass?” the young man asked, “Some sick person could walk off, or do something…”
[What was he thinking of doing …?]
- Her name on her credit card was Karlygash, which she said means “swallow” in Kazakhstan. I’m sorry I couldn’t photograph her two little girls – 4 and 6 – who so cute and wore the sweetest hats she’d made them.
- I’d love to photograph all the people sitting on the bench opposite me. A French family with four children were shopping at my Satellite store. Kid #two, a male (about ten), and kid #three, a female (about eight) had a punching fight on and around the bench, and the parents ignored them.