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pleasant exchanges

This past weekend was interesting.

I met a friend of Rhonda's for coffee. He is someone I had met when she was visiting Montreal and so we ended up arranging an overlap because he happens to live in the Toronto area. The conversation was very pleasant and the time flew by.

I also had some pleasant lunch and dinner exchanges with my servers and one with a sales lady at Cleo’s which is a store specializing in women’s clothing.

The first was at Pizza Hut where I stopped for a quick bite last Friday. The server was a young 22-year-old woman and I continue to be fascinated at what a difference the exchanges are like between women. They are so much more willing to share of themselves when you make even a minimal effort to be friendly. This seems especially true in this area.

She asked me how I look so young after learning I had older children and wanted to know my makeup secret and I told her it was mostly genetics but I did say to use a lot of face cream. This is something I do before applying makeup which not only makes it flow much better on the skin but has the added benefit of moisturizing it.

Near the end of the dinner she asked what I do for a living and told her. I also added that I was looking forward to a change in the next few years. She then added:

“I could totally see you working in a jewelry store!”

Which at some point could indeed be a welcome change of pace but I also suspect that my rings, earrings and bracelet were a tipoff. She also complimented me on my sense of style for which I thanked her.

The next was on Sunday for a beer and a plate of poutine at the Three Brewers. Again, it was a young server who went on about how she could drink more than her mother after I had refused a second beer. I am probably around her mother’s age and that sparked her off on some friendly banter before I paid the bill.

Last exchange was with a couple of ladies at the clothing store. I had gone in just to browse and found a skirt for 10 dollars that I liked. As I was browsing the rack another woman held up a pair of jeans and said:

“These are not the right shape”

I asked her what she meant and she added:

“They don’t have our shape”

Then I realized that they went straight down and were not tapered to flatter a woman’s form and realized she was right.

I then asked the sales woman about trying on the skirt and by now the other lady had also found something so she said:

“Please follow me ladies”

She led us to the changing cabins and after a couple of minutes I came out with my skirt on. She looked me up and down and said:

“It suits you perfectly Ma'am don’t you think? And flatters your legs”

I thought so but doubted whether it might be a bit loose around the waist. She put her finger just at the waist and added:

“Ma’am this is just right; not too tight not too loose”

So, I changed back into my jeans and paid for the skirt.



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