Hunting for Crows
“Despite his best efforts, clothes hangers started rocking in his wake and he grabbed a large cardboard cut-out of a topless bloke wearing tight jeans before it could fall and damage his well-developed pecs or scratch his bronze-toned skin.
Even with some major impediments blocking their view, such as tall clothes stands, in-your-face ‘sale’ cards and a couple of concrete pillars, his two staff members spotted him, as the shop was quiet and they were both standing around chatting.
‘Good ...morning, Eric. How are you this morning?’ ‘Morning Fran, I’m fine. How are you? Morning Cassie.’ He made it to the sanctity of his untidy office without being buttonholed by either of his two assistants with their never ending list of issues and problems; he didn’t want to talk to them as he was unshaven and stank of booze and garlic. It didn’t pass muster as a good look for the owner of a gents’ clothes shop and he didn’t need to give his well-togged underlings anything else to gossip about.MoreLess
Even with some major impediments blocking their view, such as tall clothes stands, in-your-face ‘sale’ cards and a couple of concrete pillars, his two staff members spotted him, as the shop was quiet and they were both standing around chatting.
‘Good ...morning, Eric. How are you this morning?’ ‘Morning Fran, I’m fine. How are you? Morning Cassie.’ He made it to the sanctity of his untidy office without being buttonholed by either of his two assistants with their never ending list of issues and problems; he didn’t want to talk to them as he was unshaven and stank of booze and garlic. It didn’t pass muster as a good look for the owner of a gents’ clothes shop and he didn’t need to give his well-togged underlings anything else to gossip about.MoreLess
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