NO ONE HAS BOOTS LIKE IMELDA ! {Tag: Imelda}
Jan 21, 2021 17:03:33 GMT -5
Post by Mamá Imelda on Jan 21, 2021 17:03:33 GMT -5
Imelda had asked Rosa to take down orders and give general timelines of when they could fulfill said orders and especially if for a shoe that wasn't pre-made. While all of the shoes to come out of any of her shoe-shops were hand-made, Imelda had learned people in the parks shopped very much on impulse, and a few general styles to pick up now meant they might actually put the order in for some to pick up at the end of their vacation week or however soon she could manage it.
Rosa had tried to talk her into shipping, if the family wasn't staying that long; apparently all the new businesses did it, and mail could leave the parks where they could not, but Imelda was not ready to go that modern and it felt impersonal.
The customer she was currently dealing with was far easier than poor Rosa had. She simply wanted plain brown sandals. Imelda came from the back with the pair and handed the to the woman. Rosa had talked her into fancy purchase bags with Rivera Shoes logo on them
She was thankfully so preoccupied with the sale that it wasn't until the woman had paid and was leaving that she noticed someone had come in and skipped the line apparently.
She glanced over with a mild frown, already feeling she should go over and tell him about the line, when she saw it!
"Excuse me!", she declared loud enough to be heard from the counter near the other end of the shop, before coming closer, "What is that?", she indicated to the mud like she would if dealing with an unruly child and gave him a few moments with which to feel shame before she forced it upon him. "You did not just track mud in my shop and...", she couldn't even process what she was seeing! His muddy boots were on the table!
At any other time she might have lead in with her hands on her hips and a pointed stare, but quick as anything her own boot came off (though she felt bad of even her own fine boot coming into contact with his muddy one) and with the same force of a whack she had given to Ernesto's head that one time she smacked his boots to get them off the the table.
She couldn't even properly form the words to kick him out at the moment.
Rosa had tried to talk her into shipping, if the family wasn't staying that long; apparently all the new businesses did it, and mail could leave the parks where they could not, but Imelda was not ready to go that modern and it felt impersonal.
The customer she was currently dealing with was far easier than poor Rosa had. She simply wanted plain brown sandals. Imelda came from the back with the pair and handed the to the woman. Rosa had talked her into fancy purchase bags with Rivera Shoes logo on them
She was thankfully so preoccupied with the sale that it wasn't until the woman had paid and was leaving that she noticed someone had come in and skipped the line apparently.
She glanced over with a mild frown, already feeling she should go over and tell him about the line, when she saw it!
"Excuse me!", she declared loud enough to be heard from the counter near the other end of the shop, before coming closer, "What is that?", she indicated to the mud like she would if dealing with an unruly child and gave him a few moments with which to feel shame before she forced it upon him. "You did not just track mud in my shop and...", she couldn't even process what she was seeing! His muddy boots were on the table!
At any other time she might have lead in with her hands on her hips and a pointed stare, but quick as anything her own boot came off (though she felt bad of even her own fine boot coming into contact with his muddy one) and with the same force of a whack she had given to Ernesto's head that one time she smacked his boots to get them off the the table.
She couldn't even properly form the words to kick him out at the moment.