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Mar. 14th, 2005 10:53 amI’ve always wanted our store to have a marching band. What a great way it would be to start the day! The band could start in the back parking lot, form a procession down the loading dock alley and come around the front of the store. I’m partial to them playing the Internationale, but we could make up a co-op anthem. The band leader, rotated every day of course, would carry a key over his/her head instead of a baton. Make a big theatrical performance of unlocking the store for the day and letting in the queuing customers. Then the band would march through the wide aisles past the bulk food, the produce, and the cheese into the worker-only area. All the workers setting up for the day would immediately know we were opening when they would hear the band coming down the aisles.
It would beat the hell out of the "We’re open!" page.
And at the end of the day the procession would be reversed, shooing the customers up to the registers where the band would play until the last person was checked out. A perfect way to end the day.
The end of the day on Saturday was odd until I figured out what was going on. As often happens when an event goes on in the city, it has an effect on the store. Sometimes it’s hard to figure out what the event is, we’ll all just notice something odd. Sometimes it’s pretty obvious, like the rush we can get after Saturday Giants games when everyone is wearing baseball hats. Other times it’s more obscure. For example, "Did you guys notice a lot of our customers were dressed like clowns today?" "Why does everyone have their faces painted with peace signs?" "Is it just me, or is everyone dressed slutty today?"
I had forgotten that Saturday was The SF Fetish Ball so I didn’t get it at first when suddenly all the customers started looking, depending on one’s orientation, either way hott or way slutty. It was![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dairryiere’s first day back at work and we bonded at gawking over the same big, mean-looking, punk femme. It’s so nice to have her back.
Right before the BMLPF, there was a couple at the counter wearing PVC, leather and not much else. They were just this side of hanging all over each other. One woman was obviously the cheese top, pointing out the Brillat Savarin, leaning in close and saying, "This is the kind of cheese you eat in bed with crackers, after sex." Since I’m a bigger cheese top, I offered that eating it with apples or pears wouldn’t get crumbs in the bed. I think this challenged her cheese dominance as she whisked her friend away quickly. With the cheese, of course.
Instead of the fetish ball, we rushed over to the Make Out Room to catchsusanstinson read at Writers with Drinks. Unfortunately we arrived just in time to see her leave the stage. Oh well, Thursday at A Different Light I’ll have another chance. I heard she was really good.
Too many LJers were there to name drop them all. But hello everyone.
It would beat the hell out of the "We’re open!" page.
And at the end of the day the procession would be reversed, shooing the customers up to the registers where the band would play until the last person was checked out. A perfect way to end the day.
The end of the day on Saturday was odd until I figured out what was going on. As often happens when an event goes on in the city, it has an effect on the store. Sometimes it’s hard to figure out what the event is, we’ll all just notice something odd. Sometimes it’s pretty obvious, like the rush we can get after Saturday Giants games when everyone is wearing baseball hats. Other times it’s more obscure. For example, "Did you guys notice a lot of our customers were dressed like clowns today?" "Why does everyone have their faces painted with peace signs?" "Is it just me, or is everyone dressed slutty today?"
I had forgotten that Saturday was The SF Fetish Ball so I didn’t get it at first when suddenly all the customers started looking, depending on one’s orientation, either way hott or way slutty. It was
dairryiere’s first day back at work and we bonded at gawking over the same big, mean-looking, punk femme. It’s so nice to have her back.Right before the BMLPF, there was a couple at the counter wearing PVC, leather and not much else. They were just this side of hanging all over each other. One woman was obviously the cheese top, pointing out the Brillat Savarin, leaning in close and saying, "This is the kind of cheese you eat in bed with crackers, after sex." Since I’m a bigger cheese top, I offered that eating it with apples or pears wouldn’t get crumbs in the bed. I think this challenged her cheese dominance as she whisked her friend away quickly. With the cheese, of course.
Instead of the fetish ball, we rushed over to the Make Out Room to catch
susanstinson read at Writers with Drinks. Unfortunately we arrived just in time to see her leave the stage. Oh well, Thursday at A Different Light I’ll have another chance. I heard she was really good.Too many LJers were there to name drop them all. But hello everyone.
