He agrees, and I relax a little. The next dress can't possibly be worse. What happens next is, though. A long, pale arm shoots under the curtain and grabs up my clothes. I snatch at them, but he's quicker than I am.
I grit my teeth, unwilling to let him hear my frustration. Once I've composed myself, I gather the curtain around myself and poke my head out. "Dorian." I make sure my best smile for the worst customers in firmly in place. "Are you trying to humiliate me?" I think I could teach him a thing or two about selling things.
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Date: 2012-01-17 11:29 pm (UTC)I grit my teeth, unwilling to let him hear my frustration. Once I've composed myself, I gather the curtain around myself and poke my head out. "Dorian." I make sure my best smile for the worst customers in firmly in place. "Are you trying to humiliate me?" I think I could teach him a thing or two about selling things.