Eyes catching

Accord­ing to a friend, there’s a shop in Lucky Plaza which has its busi­ness model a bit screwy.

See, this friend walked into the shop brows­ing through funky t-shirts and acces­sories, and expect­ing the shop­keeper to mosey up to him and say some­thing to the effect of, ‘ex-cue me, can I helpchu?’ or ‘look­ing for someting?’

But no, the shop­keeper went up to him and enquired instead, ‘ex-cue me, your beowt very nice, where you buy from? It’s very eyes-catching, you want to sell?’

My friend declined to sell his beowt as he was wear­ing it not just to catch eyes, but to hold his pants up.

Unde­terred, the shop­keeper sized my friend up again and asked, ‘ex-cue me, where you buy your bag from? It’s very eyes-catching. You want to sell?’

Being the first time he was accosted by a sales­per­son in this man­ner, my friend left the shop quite unset­tled, unsure as to whether the acces­sories he was wear­ing were good-looking or sim­ply resem­bled a cold dessert.

iTunes is play­ing an ille­gal copy of Lucky Lucky Me from the album “The Very Best of Mar­vin Gaye” by Mar­vin Gaye of which I have the orig­i­nal CD.

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