How to please a customer…

How to please a customer…

‘Oh, my dear heaven!’, she would sigh, her wrinkled cheeks ablush with something twixt fake emotion and an in-born talent for her own kind of drama. My dad, behind the counter, knew her well… He had played his role of local social helper, human emergency telephone and ‘dear Abby’ since he sold his first claw-hammer in 1936… She was his customer, this sweet, old lady in pale blue, who had the habit of complaining daily about the costs of life.
‘Your prices are much too high’, she grumbled as always. And – as always – he smiled.
‘My precious mrs. Brown’, he answered, ‘These fine potato-peelers come all the way from Norway and they are made out of Russian steel! I would love to sell them cheaper, but…’ Mrs. Brown interrupted him in a fierce voice…
‘But mr. Keller, your shop is the only one around here and you have plenty of customers. You must be rich enough by now!’ She turned her silver head away from him, pouting, an aggrieved expression in her eyes.
‘Dear mr. Keller, I am a poor old woman’, she continued, ‘And I must say, your prices were much better before the war!’ Dad stared at her, thinking of the way she used to leave the store, face down, as if watching her nicely polished, blue shoes gave her comfort. Then he looked at the neat rows of shiny knives in the velvet-lined showcase he had opened for her so many times before. ‘What the heck’, he thought, ‘Let’s make a change this time. Reconstruction of Europe, cost prices, who cares…?’
He carefully lifted the prettiest knife from the velvet and handed it to her with a slight bow, like a gentleman offe-ring flowers to a lady.
‘Here you are, mrs. Brown! You may have this peeler for free today!’ Dad grinned, pleased with the situation. Mrs. Brown’s lips trembled and her bushy eyebrows were raised to exceptional height.
‘For free you said, mr. Keller? For FREEEE???” She gasped. Dad nodded.
‘Yes’, he confirmed, ‘Yes!’ Mrs. Brown kept real quiet for a few seconds. Then, looking dad straight in the eye, pulling her skinny shoulders back as if she felt the whole world was hers, she gracefully asked:
‘Can I have two then…?’

How to please a customer…


Mijnsheerenland, Netherlands

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Short story about my beloved father…

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