I worked at Baker Shoes in Eastgate Mall when I was a
freshman at Tennessee Temple in 1967. That
was 1967, not 1867 for all of you smarties.
There were always several salesmen working and we had a pecking
order. The best salesmen from the previous
pay period had priority when a customer came in the door. We were forbidden to pounce on customers the
instant they came into the door, but some salespeople were more forward than
others. And Gary was a pain. He was the first to wait on any pretty girl
that came through the door. On a
particular day, a rather homely girl came in shopping for shoes and Gary said, “Whitely,
you’re up.” I showed her several
different styles and she settled on one.
Then she pulled out a sheet of paper from her purse and said, “I am the
secretary for The Singing Mocs, and I would like 28 pair of shoes in this
style. Here are their sizes.” As Gary’s jaw dropped, I began to fill her
order.
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