So, a woman came in looking for flannelet for her Girl Guide troop’s latest craft project. Pajama pants, naturally. She’d picked out some cute, girly ones…butterflies, flowers, that sort of thing…and a pink one, with lips, purses, make-up compact, and several onomatopoeic (yay for $50 words!) words like ‘smack’, ‘smooch’ and ‘mmm’. It also had rather large XXX’s all over it. Now, I assume the plethora (that’s $100) of X’s was meant as kisses (think XOXOX), but not everyone is a sweet and innocent as myself.
I suggest the woman should perhaps choose an alternate fabric. She doesn’t understand. I explain (using small, carefully chosen words) that perhaps the parents of these 10 year old girls would not appreciate their daughters coming home in pajamas sporting the widely accepted symbol of porn stamped all over them.
The scales fell from her eyes. Not a pretty sight. I felt like I had just told a child that the whole Santa Thing was a lie. Like the time suggested that Joy should refer to her pet as her ‘cat’ or her ‘kitty’ rather than the questionable (though linguistically accurate) term she was using.
In my spare time I also kick puppies and rob the elderly.