Raging Spree
“Just put it on my husband’s account. That too…and this…and that…” I instructed as I pointed my index finger randomly at various luxury bags there were on display.
“Yes, I will do that. Would you like to see our newest shoe collection. It’s this way…” the sales assistant quickly recommended.
She must have thought that luck was truly on her side after I turned up at the store. Of course, she recognized me as my sister immediately. I bet that in her entire career, she had never met a customer that bought so many things and without a thought.
“There’s no need. Just get me all the designs that you have,” I replied casually.
“Of course. May I know your size?” she asked before showing me a polite smile.
“Just get me on in every size,” I replied.
“Oh…right. Of course, I will do that. Thank you very much,” she replied with widened eyes.