The lint child

"You look marvelous, darling."

I stood in front of the mirror and positioned the fur hat on my head. I believe it was the corpse of a silver fox and I couldn't help but think of how ridiculous it is that a poor fox had to die so I can entertain myself in front of the mirror when I should be helping customers.

"Lisa! Can you wait on some customers?" The speaker box yelled from the counter. It's not a real speaker box but actually my boss. She constantly yells so I've assigned her with a proper name and nothing annoys me more than large speakers mounted on the wall. I think this annoyance started in high school when it became the messenger who summoned me to the Principal's office on a regular basis. I spent so much time with the principal that some parents thought I was his secretary. Ya right! Like I'd ever get that man coffee.

I set the hat on the table with the other corpses and walked towards the woman carrying a baby. I chose her because her child carried a large piece of lint on its shoulder and my obsessive compulsiveness would not allow this child to continue its life as a lint catcher. I plucked the piece of lint from the child's reindeer sweater and released a small shriek when the lint turned out to be a thread, which turned out to be connected to the sweater, which happened to create a tiny hole and a larger piece of thread.

"Why I never!" The woman shouted and walked out the door.

I guess some people don't know how to handle kindness during the holidays...