Still Got It

Kim was my last customer before we closed. Petite, sexy, and maybe mid-to-late-thirties. She blew in and picked out a whirlwind of clothes. "I make up my mind quickly," she said, rushing into the dressing room. I ran like Superman, bringing new pieces and having her pick out the ones she liked.

I didn't realize how brazen this attractive woman was. On her first few items she invited me into the dressing room and disrobed her top, revealing a washboard stomach and black satin bra. When I came back with more trousers, she comfortably revealed her black lace panties. Considering my prior employment, I'm no stranger to women taking their clothes off in front of me-- just not sexy, smoking financial firm managers.

She rushed on about the time. "I'm going on a blind date," she blurted to me through the menagerie of tangled garments. It was 6:40. "And I'm late," she continued. "And he's texted me asking where I am." She seemed a bit perturbed about her date being a little pushy for their first night, then again, I don't think I would be shopping for clothes minutes before a first date. I acknowledged her predicament and asked for her information so I could ring her up.

A few minutes went by and she came out just as I produced her receipts. She was about to walk away, then came back and gave me her cell phone. "I want to come back and shop pretty soon," she hurriedly said. I thanked her for the visit and gave her my card.

Just as Kim was walking out the door, I wished her Good Luck on her blind date. Then she turned around, smiled, and asked in front of the whole store, "So what about you?" I hollered back that we'll talk about it sometime, realizing right at that moment why she gave me her private number just a moment ago. Just as she left, I caught the surprised looks from a few of the girls at work.

"Guess she wants to come back," I shrugged. The sale wasn't that great, but it was pretty clear to see that Kim made my night.

I think I'm going to like working here.