The young lady, in the Bodyshop.

Yesterday, there was this real bright spot, in the middle of my day!

I was Christmas shopping but, while I was there, decided to stock up on the creams I use. I was given some, at Christmas two years ago and have been using them since.

The smallish shop in the big shopping centre, in ‘The Shire’ was crowded and at least a quarter of the people there, were attractive (well-groomed) young ladies. There to assist and always genuinely, very friendly.

(The situation reminds me a little of the Stallion Stables chain was established, in Sydney. These were hairdressing salons, for men. Until then (real) men would not be seen dead in a hair dressing salon. Short-back-and-sides and perhaps an illegal bet, upstairs, on the races had been the go.
But the Stallion Stables were decorated to look manly and the hairdressers were mainly attractive young ladies!)

Back to yesterday. A friendly young sales-lady immediately approached me; helped me find the aftershave cream and the taking care of my rough elbows cream and the hand cream and walked me two steps to the young lady standing at the cash register, who knew me.

She had those same laughing eyes that she had when she was last in my class, eight years ago. Great smile and so, for what seemed like 15 minutes but were probably only 3, we ‘connected’.
Reminisced about singing_We shall not be moved_, accompanied by my accordion and various other memories. All recalled at great speed, while she was registering the sale and a smiling ‘supervisor’(?) stood near; smiling broadly. (As did a number of the other customers. (Mainly women.)

I was in the usual panic about what to buy that would really be appreciated and with the new blood-pressure tablets (only half the strength, for now) only just starting to work, a clear memory of her as she was eight years ago, ( when she was in my class, and in my Tournament of Mind Team, and my chess team, and when she produced such great art and, of course, played music, and was such fun) only surfaced properly, after I’d left the shop.

In the ‘Get Smart TV series, to which I was addicted for many years, there was a character, who had the power to make everyone smile.
Well, these few minutes, between the hassle of finding a parking spot (Think of the Seinfeld episode, where they cannot find their parked car.) and the searching for the right shops on all the different levels, just made me smile!!
Now, the girl is in all these photos. I won’t tell you, which one she is.
I’ll let you guess!

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