Tuesday, January 3, 2012

strawberry wunder unders

Today, as I was manning the pants section, a guest approached me with a question.  She held up a pair of black tights and asked me what other flavours these pants came in.

Flavours? I thought to myself, rather puzzled.  While I usually refer to a variety of this sort as colours, she seemed to feel differently.  At first, I exchanged a few awkward glances with a coworker.  Then, I shrugged and gestured to the grey and blue tights in the same style.
Ultimately, while I could choose to question this confoundment of terms, I will not.  Instead, I will choose to call her a surrealist, and I will admire her just as Jean Paul Sartre inevitably would.  I must learn to think outside the box...