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Example #3 – ......“The old battle-axe owned and operated an antique shop just a stone's throw from the Sandwich Glass Museum, located in the picturesque town of Sandwich on Cape Cod. Her place was also a two story store front, only the dilapidated building she occupied was decidedly leaning to the left and had no toilet. If she couldn't hold it, she'd just close the shop and hobble up the road to the museum and use theirs. No one dared deny the queen witch access to the museum restroom facilities, and she knew it. She was, after all, primarily selling precious Sandwich glass, even if at exorbitant prices. She deliberately had each room in her shop roped off and would question every customer in detail as to why he or she would specifically want to enter the room of their choice. Her negotiations on prices were notoriously stingy, recalling that she offered me a whopping $5 discount on a $2000 amethyst whale oil lamp as a dealer-to-dealer courtesy. Such an incentive!” |
Example #1 – ......“Miss Hill was indeed a piece of work; a true personification of a spinster librarian. She was relatively short in stature, frumpy in her house dress attire, and her black orthopedic shoes with the hard rubber soles clunked as she entered her domain each week to rule over the current tribe of children oozing with penned up energy. Sporting a tight perm with little ringlets looking like they were plastered to her scalp, her salt and pepper gray hair was unattractively arranged once a week by a looser hairdresser from a local salon, loyally supporting local business, and the hair was probably never shampooed in between perms. She would plunk herself down without much ado, crinkling and rustling sounds emitting from her person, and begin her readings with her glasses so far down the end of her nose that I haven't a clue how they stayed on other than the sheer bumpy mass supporting them. Her nylons were the heavy old lady type and had those thick dark post-war seams up the back which never followed a straight line at any given time. Her voice was authoritatively dramatic, echoing throughout the all but vacant basement assembly hall, and she did manage against all odds to keep our greatly divided attention for at least part of the hour. |
Example #2 – ......“The shoe factory was more interesting because I eventually got promoted to fill orders by pulling a large cart around with me, traveling up and down many aisles on several floors. Just a handful of us did this and come mid afternoon we knew just where we would be catching our siestas on top of shoe racks where no one could find us. There was this very large woman who had her very own work room right smack in the middle of the main floor, although open on all sides and barricaded with shoe boxes to form the walls, where she would pound rubber soles onto shoes. This woman was quite meaty. She always wore men's faded jeans and a blue denim shirt, but by mid-day the outer shirt was off and she worked in her tee shirt with sweat dripping down her cheeks and a butch hair cut which made you look twice to determine if she were male or female. When, bra-less, she turned sideways in her sweat-soaked white tee shirt, there was no more guess work. She had formed a soft ball team with the workmen; she being the solitary woman and liking it that way, and it tended to draw a modest assembly of onlookers at the noon time break.” |
