- Joined
- Jan 14, 2009
"I don't know. Isn't it a bit...tacky?" A frown creased the businesswoman's face as she looked down at the purse in her hands. Cassandra's old purse had broken apart at the strap on her way into work today, so it was time to get a new one. Slipping out of her building around ten, she'd headed to a nearby boutique in the bustling shopping district. There was a very professional-looking black leather bag, but the clerk seemed more than a little insistent.
"Oh no, not at all!" the clerk reassured her eagerly. "This purse doesn't say slut, not on you. On you, it says, 'look out, I'm a dangerous predator'! Business is a jungle after all, right? And you deserve to be queen of that jungle!"
Cassandra felt like pointing out that it was lions, not gaudy leopards, but instead just said, "Hmm."
"And, because it matches your eyes so well...thirty percent off."
The clerk had struck a chord with the budgeting, business-minded woman, and Cassandra's eyes lit up slightly. "I'll take it," she said, a little less worried about how much it would clash with her business top and pencil skirt if she was going to be getting it for one hundred and fifty dollars off. Pushing back her brown bangs, the rest of her hair tied up into a bun, she leaned over the counter to write out a check. She ripped off the check and handed it to the cashier, then took the receipt and the new purse with a smile.
If it really looked bad, she could just get it dyed black, she thought. She tossed the receipt and checkbook in the small bag, then slung the pink, furry, leopard-spotted purse over her shoulder and headed back toward her office. As it rocked lightly against her side, she felt satisfied with a successful transaction.
"Oh no, not at all!" the clerk reassured her eagerly. "This purse doesn't say slut, not on you. On you, it says, 'look out, I'm a dangerous predator'! Business is a jungle after all, right? And you deserve to be queen of that jungle!"
Cassandra felt like pointing out that it was lions, not gaudy leopards, but instead just said, "Hmm."
"And, because it matches your eyes so well...thirty percent off."
The clerk had struck a chord with the budgeting, business-minded woman, and Cassandra's eyes lit up slightly. "I'll take it," she said, a little less worried about how much it would clash with her business top and pencil skirt if she was going to be getting it for one hundred and fifty dollars off. Pushing back her brown bangs, the rest of her hair tied up into a bun, she leaned over the counter to write out a check. She ripped off the check and handed it to the cashier, then took the receipt and the new purse with a smile.
If it really looked bad, she could just get it dyed black, she thought. She tossed the receipt and checkbook in the small bag, then slung the pink, furry, leopard-spotted purse over her shoulder and headed back toward her office. As it rocked lightly against her side, she felt satisfied with a successful transaction.