So I am in California now, at a hotel I stay at quite a lot. So much so that the front desk clerks know my name. So last night I was coming back from Target where I bought a new pair of heels and some tights to go with them. When I came back in the clerk on duty (Lucy) greeted me by my first name. she was not behind the counter but was in the breakfast area near the coffee stand. I have seen her here a lot and have stopped to talk to her on several occasions. She said out shopping I see, and asked what I got. I told her that I just got somenew shoes I had been wanting The box was visable over the bag, but it was blue and black so no worries.
I set my bag on the counter to get some coffee, but like an idiot I knocked the bag off the table with my arm. My shoebox opened up and my new heels came out, along with two pairs of tights. She was standing next to me and bent down immediatly to pick the stuff up. Wow" she said "those aren't exactly the style I expected." I told her thanks and grabbed the bag from her. She laughed and told me it was cool. She wouldn't say anything. She told me that she had a piar kinda like them and then said that hers gave her blisters, maybe she should wear tights too. Then she told me to let her know how I liked them. All in all, pretty nice.
Originally Posted by Angie G
