“It fits any mood!” says Fred.
“Oh!” says the customer. “Alright, I’ll take it.”
“Very good, Madam,” says Fred, boxing up the perfume.
“Mommy, Mommy, look!” cries Dexter. He fires a toy airplane at the ceiling. “Blam! Blam Blam!” he continues, aiming a toy bazooka at the plane. “I shot it down! I shot it down in flames!”
In the upstairs office, Mister Thorpe glares out the window at the goings-on. The plane loops over the customers, nearly hitting Fred.
Peggy Stephenson plucks the toy out of the sky and hands it to Fred.
“I’m very sor — oh, hello,” says Fred to Peggy.
“Hello,” says Peggy.
“Thank you very much,” says Fred. “I’ll be with you in just a moment, ma’am.”
“Will you take this, please?” says Fred to a fellow clerk. He turns to the customer and says, “This young lady will have your package and your change in just a moment. Thank you very much, and come in again!”
“Thank you,” says the customer. Fred turns to Peggy.
“Yes, Madam?” he says, smiling.
“You were wonderful!” says Peggy.
“I wanted to smack him!” Fred glances up at Thorpe’s office. “It’s against the rules here to chat with customers – – unless it’s a sale.”
“Oh,” says Peggy. “Alright, I’ll buy something. What’s this?” she asks, holding up a jar.
“Youth Recaptured, that’s a complexion cream. But you don’t need any of that phony stuff,” says Fred, taking away the jar. Peggy holds up another jar. “Well, that’s vanishing cream,” says Fred, holding up another jar,” and this is a vanishing cream remover.”