Unbelievable. She thinks this is a game. I guess her idea of “winning” is how many designer bags she can squeeze out of these poor guys.
The next day, Alana pops into my office. “Umm, there is a lady in the lobby filling out paperwork, and she has five big Hefty bags full of purses with her.”
“Why?” I ask.
“Well, she says that they are gifts for us. She is a purse designer.”
Gary whizzes into my office. “Marla, get that woman out of the lobby, she looks homeless with all of those Hefty bags out there. I have an important meeting with a prospective client in five minutes, and I can’t have him see that. Plus she’s what? A five? We can’t use her, so do a quick interview and send her on her way.”
I walk out to the lobby and see a woman with short bleached blonde hair sitting on the couch with a clipboard, earnestly filling out the paperwork. She is heavily made up and is wearing a black mini skirt, despite being about fifteen pounds too heavy for our client’s tastes. She looks up at me with a big smile as I introduce myself.
“Oh, so nice to meet you”, she says in a heavy Russian accent. “I am Olga. I brought you handbags. They are samples from last season. I am designer. I hope you like.”
“How thoughtful. Let’s just get these out of the lobby, shall we?” I pick up three of the bags and Olga follows me into my office with the other two. “Have a seat, Olga,” I say stuffing the bags under my desk. “That is so sweet of you to bring these, I will look at them later.” I glance over her questionnaire and tell her how we work. Then she cuts in with a long story about her last relationship. She goes on and on.
I see Gary standing outside my doorway off to the side. He is making a motion with his hand across his throat, meaning, “Cut it off, now!”
I somehow manage to end the interview and send her on her way with a promise that I’ll call her if I get anyone that I think she would be compatible with. Alana runs into my office.
“Let me see those purses,” she says as she tears open one of the Hefty bags.
I take a few bags out and display them on my desk. There is an unfortunate taxicab yellow patent leather bag the size of a closet as well as the same style in bright blue, green, and white. There are also a few leather bags in gold and silver with metal studs at the top and down the sides, and a couple of purple and green bags with fringe hanging down the front.
“Well, no wonder she was so generous bringing us five bags full. I doubt that she could have unloaded these babies anywhere,” I say.
“What are we going to do with all these?”
“Hey Gary, wouldn’t your wife like some new handbags?” I chuckle and then stop. Did I attract this? I have been admiring designer bags. Maybe the Universe has a sense of humor?
I would love to hear about your love affair with a good handbag. I currently have a crush on a quilted black Chanel.
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