Wednesday, June 15, 2016
Why the Women Love Mr Andre
(or Her Shoes Were--formerly--a Terrible Disgrace)
When Melana finally got the big promotion,
she went to Mr Andre’s for the works!
She had a week to report, and this the
first step.
The second, to “Mr Andre’s Brother”--
the actual name of the store in the
same building.
Who closed a few minutes early and they
sat on the thick rug like Indians.
“I have brought you a great beauty
who needs shoes urgently!”
The brother arranged for the new shipment
of Hal Hastings to be brought in and opened
in front of her. Melani ended with a dozen pair.
When she presented her Visa, Andre’s look
said discount.
It prevailed, though Hal Hastings never,
ever, discounted.
Tomorrow would be boutiques, but,
once home, she got ravenous.
Off to the Showbiz Deli, a block away,
wearing her lowest slung Hal Hastings,
with their little colored beads for fun!
Micksey Dell awaited the bus in front
of the restaurant.
“Are THOSE Hal Hastings?”
“These?”
Labels: beauty salon, obsession, promotion, shoe obsession, shoe store, shoes, women's shoes
Saturday, December 01, 2012
The Company
Principals choose black
Infinities for visits,
twice yearly, to salon
franchises. Family outliers--
grandparent founders
fortunately retired–-use
a psychedelic hearse for
concerts. Enough said.
It flips on I-95 coming back
from a wet Jimi Hendrix tribute.
Funeral directions on small disc that
headquarters’ equipment can’t read, so
President Hal digs out an old Compaq
from the cellar of his Stamford mansion,
peruses last requests midst wine racks.
He notes Hendrix, Kerouac, and Ginsberg,
writes Bach, Shakespeare, and Scripture. In
a mauve van with firm’s name in chartreuse
calligraphy on both doors, and Yusef and Eileena
discretely under, glib distributing couple later speak
of many things. Chief of which an agreement that
the funeral so advanced the brand! Their territory:
Southern Connecticut and toni-
er slivers of Long Island.
Principals choose black
Infinities for visits,
twice yearly, to salon
franchises. Family outliers--
grandparent founders
fortunately retired–-use
a psychedelic hearse for
concerts. Enough said.
It flips on I-95 coming back
from a wet Jimi Hendrix tribute.
Funeral directions on small disc that
headquarters’ equipment can’t read, so
President Hal digs out an old Compaq
from the cellar of his Stamford mansion,
peruses last requests midst wine racks.
He notes Hendrix, Kerouac, and Ginsberg,
writes Bach, Shakespeare, and Scripture. In
a mauve van with firm’s name in chartreuse
calligraphy on both doors, and Yusef and Eileena
discretely under, glib distributing couple later speak
of many things. Chief of which an agreement that
the funeral so advanced the brand! Their territory:
Southern Connecticut and toni-
er slivers of Long Island.
Labels: beauty salon, Connecticut, Ginsberg, Hendrix, Kerouac, Long Island, salon, spa
