Sometimes it starts with a glance from a distance of something familiar while shopping. An Item tucked away in a sea of other peoples FINDS. Today I am on the prowl for a FIND of my own.
"What is that over there? " I whisper to myself. "Is that what I think it is?" I stare for a few seconds analyzing it's familiar points. Yes! that's a ******* and its mine. Mine if I close that 20 foot gap separating us. I start to form a Game Plan.
First, Let me state I believe that dealers occasionally "Glance Track". An Effective move to hone in on the eye of another dealer. From this point on, there will be no direct eye contact with the FIND. I will have to approach its direction from memory. I will not risk a loss.
My Tunnel vision subsides and I once again see the store as a whole. Its suddenly become an obstacle course. A chaotic room of shoppers, metal carts and discarded Broken hangers all standing between me and my FIND.
What is my best way to reach my FIND without tipping off other dealers in the store? My heart is racing. My thoughts are becoming desperate.
Do I crawl under the Great wall of racks standing directly in front of me?
This is Effective and Direct, But extreme, and sure to attract unwanted attention.
Do I push my cart to the right, down and around through rows of People in a Discreet manner?
This is Safe, but Indirect and out of the way.
Focus Honey... There it is! My opening.
The Crochet lady is blocking a direct route on my left. Without hesitation, I abandon my cart, its bulk makes it difficult to maneuver and leaving it behind seems a fair sacrifice today.
The Crochet lady is Elder and Kind. After last weeks "Sale day" I've determined shes a passive shopper. She poses no threat. I excuse myself behind her and her cart full of piling, Woolen blankets. She's easily moved. She's in a Catatonic state on content. Her convented FIND of the day in hand, a late 70s Pea Green Afghan.
At last my FIND is in direct sight. I move in...
6 feet away, My steps quicken.
4 feet away. I'm fighting back my urge to reach.
3 Feet away, My poker face breaks.
2 Feet, Controlled breaths .
At Last! My grip secures ownership and release a muted squeal of joy.
The return to my cart is Slow and Triumphant. My Treasure in Hand. My eyes Gleaming with Pride. I've now purposely made eye contact with a few other dealers. They've had this smile before too and and know it very well. They glance at my FIND and offer their "Good for you" smile back. I've had that smile before too. I know it it's hiding a hint of jealousy.
Its all in Good Fun, No Feelings Hurt and Game played fair .
I Love the Hunt, I Love the Rush . I Hope You love our FINDS!
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