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I’m thinking of starting a companion thread for this one, about the people who work in shops that we’re secretly in love with. It’d allow those of us who office-less to post and make such things seem much more poetic and wistful and okay, instead of the dodgy obsessions you could interpret them as being. It could run and run as well, being updated according to how charmingly you’ve been shortchanged or whether the greengrocers across town has stolen your custom by deploying a rosy-cheeked tousle-haired Cornish lad wearing gloves with the fingers cut off.
(*Ahem* Which sometimes happens, so I’m led to believe)
When I worked in a shop I was very aware of my responsibility in this, of the role I was playing in the community as ‘young fella with a ready smile who sits by till but wears his uniform in slightly rebellious manner’, and since then I’ve noticed that every town has one. Nobody ever actually goes out with people who work in shops (except people who work in bookshops, but they are A Breed Apart, and don’t they just know it), but surely everybody crushes on them.
Er, or is it just me? Thoughts? Any demand for this, d’you think? |
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