Thursday, February 09, 2006

My brush with blisters.. oops! I mean B-listers

So yesterday I'm feeling the need to pick up a couple of pairs of shorts for my upcoming trip to the Caribbean. After work, I get off the subway and decide to detour into Century 21 to see whether or not they have anything. As I enter, the food guy from Queer Eye (Ted) is walking out. He holds the door open for me for which I thank him as I enter. It occurs to me that in real life he looks much more like a bobble-head than he does on TV. I start looking around for shorts and find two pairs, both quite decent and at a fine price, but I'm not entirely certain they'll fit. I'm now on the mezzanine level and I head over to where I think the fitting rooms are, only to be stopped by a LARGE man who tells me, very courteously and in a lilting, slightly lispy voice (totally incongruous to his LARGE form) that he's very sorry, but this area is closed right now. So I ask where I might find the open rooms. He says that he believes that they are over there, on the left, but if I ask one of the women in the purple coats they'll be able to tell me for certain. I thank him and I'm on my way. Now, if you've been to C21, then you know just how other-worldly this entire experience has been. A (sort of) celebrity? Courtesy? At C21? This makes absolutely no sense, whatsoever! As I head towards the other side of the mezzanine I notice that the employees in front of me are standing around, talking to each other, ignoring customers, the normal C21 stuff. However, they're upbeat, active, NOT acting like undead minions of the damned. It's all so confusing! Then, as I get past them, I find that the way is blocked by three cameras and Carson Kressley telling a make-over-getting-straight-guy, "A man of your age shouldn't be wearing this!" Finally, all was clear: the quasi-celebs, the producer whom I mistook for a C21 employee (hence the courtesy), the approximation of life in the expressions of the real employees, I understood it all. So when I got downstairs and the somnambulant cashier graciously took time out of her conversation with her comatose coworker to ignore me as she rang up my purchase, I was much relieved that things were back to normal.

1 comment:

in animo multa volvo said...

Two on politics? Whatcha talk? Yes, one was on Iraq, but the other one was really, REALLY funny. You know, Alfredo, I really worry about you sometimes...