A few years ago I had an unexpected yet completely hilarious
encounter in a fancy store downtown.
I was standing next to a marble pillar checking my phone when I felt the slightest, faintest tug on my tote bag. I thought nothing of it until another tug came a few seconds later, this time with a little more force. I turned my head and looked down to find a very short teenage girl meticulously inspecting my bag. When I moved my arm, she jumped a foot, screamed and, well, it's become one of my favorite stories to tell.
Well, lightning has struck twice for me on this one. Earlier this week I was in the complete opposite location of a big fancy store (a Goodwill!) standing still and staring off into space. A voice piped up behind me.
"Oh wow, I LOVE your dress!"
I turned around and saw two ladies, and one of them immediately shrieked.
"Oh my GOD!" the shrieker said. "I thought my friend was talking to a mannequin. And then you...turned around!"
I thanked the non-shrieker for her kind comment.
For me, this whole exchange begs the question: What did the shrieking woman think her friend was doing, exactly? I mean, what is the point of complimenting a mannequin's outfit? So she can
magically come alive and say thank you? Oh, wait.
Later, when I relayed this story to my friend Greg, he suggested that the next time this happens (who am I to say it won't?) I should say 'Only you can see me like this' and then stop moving when anyone else walks by. Maybe it can be a new thing.