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02 November 2006 @ 10:00 pm
...for a seller of stoves  
Today we bought a new stove (to replace the waterlogged old one) from a man selling all sorts of electrical items out of a shop on Belleville. I entered with a rose, and was immediately transfixed by a wall of televisions broadcasting video-clips of East-European pop ballads - all close-ups of teeth, doves and hair in slow motion. But I snapped out of my reverie in time to take the stove from the salesman: it was the display item that he sold us, wrapped in nothing more than an oversized plastic bag. Our hands fumbled over themselves as he passed on the bag. Then, when the transaction was over, I gave the man a rose. At that moment a little person who had been hovering beside the counter burst into shrill laughter that kept reverberating as we walked out of the store.
mochaberry on November 2nd, 2006 09:06 pm (UTC)
Hmmm. I wonder at the story behind the shrill laughter. Perhaps there was an exchange between the seller and the little person prior to your arrival that made your kind gesture hilarious to the little person. Perhaps it really "stuck it" to the seller and the little person deeply enjoyed it. Perhaps the seller was the last person in the world the little person would say deserved the gift of a flower. Perhaps s/he just thought it was amusing. Perhaps s/he has a mental disorder that causes laughter when the desire is tears.

I'm always wondering about the backstories of the people you see. :o)
thiel on November 2nd, 2006 09:50 pm (UTC)
Yes - imagining backstories is one of the funnest bits for me, as well.

I rather like the 3rd possible motive that you list, and hope very much that it was true, this afternoon.