have a shop of accessories for women. My clients range from 14 years up to 70/80. I see every kind of woman, from the "hotties" to those who have tanned a lot of courage to come out in some ways absurd. Beautiful, less beautiful, funny, sour, frustrated, boring and in need of attention. Mothers with young girls / women with her boyfriend or husband, etc. (Board of heart for the band of women with husbands or boyfriends break boxes: do not take them with you! They are placed in the back of the shop, make Scazzi and puffing like steam trains. Feel at home can not spoil a afternoon of shopping and then at the end so I do not understand anything, so why carry them?) and so on ...
In principle, I am patient and very available. I always try to satisfy the customer. There are days, however, that the customer does not want to have the vendor but the woman who knows how to listen and understand.
Today was like that. By mid-morning came an old woman, with 3 / 4 shopping bags in hand and now I have helped to support them. A "little woman" minuta and simple manner, with a life of a peasant woman from behind.
E 'entry, saying that his daughter wanted to give her a gift since the day before was his name-day, but wanted something that would cost little, did not want to waste money to his daughter. Meanwhile, his daughter bought the products in the shop next door, the lady began to look around and ask prices of everything she liked. She wore a purple shirt, so I did see a necklace of pearls in shades of purple and lilac. She liked it and it was cheap, so a deal!
The daughter was late in coming, then he started telling me about his mountain village to what it prefers the cool in this humid heat. He told me his età,81 anni, nel suo volto si è dipinta la classica espressione di chi vuol sentire il classico complimento su come porta bene i suoi anni! Ovviamente l'ho accontentata e sinceramente li porta davvero bene i suoi anni. Mi ha parlato dei suoi 2 figli e che dopo la morte del marito volevano portarla a vivere con loro. "Sai...mio marito è morto 6 anni fa. Non stava mai un attimo fermo, ha sempre fatto il contadino e vari lavoretti in giro. Io gli dicevo sempre di fermarsi, di riposare un po' soprattutto dopo il primo infarto, ma lui niente fermo non ci sapeva stare! Si è ripreso dall'infarto ma una mattina,6 anni fa, come sempre mi sono alzata alle 06:00 e ho preparato il caffè,lo sono andata a chiamare ma non ha risposto, l'ho chiamato but still nothing. I approached and I realized that he had died while we were sleeping. "
The lady paused for a moment after his story and looked at me with shining eyes.
Despite being dead, the memory of her husband was still alive. I wondered what could prove to lose the companion of a lifetime. The middle next to you before bed and upon awakening. The person to whom for years to tell everything that happens to you, with whom you share interests and home, which have given children. The man to whom you have sworn loyalty and love for better or for worse, through thick and thin. There will never show such a loss.
I felt sorry for the lady but I could not even remotely to put nei suoi panni. Le ho sorriso e le ho detto che mi dispiaceva. Non potevo dire altro.
La figlia è arrivata poco dopo e le ha comprato la bella collanina lilla e sono andate via.
Una persona ha un inizio ed una fine, la vita è la cosa che sta nel mezzo delle due e non va sprecata ma vissuta al massimo.
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