I’m blessed with a job that affords me the opportunity to see in-person the people we gawk at on TV.  Some I see randomly, others are consistent visitors.  It’s nothing worth name-dropping; I don’t delude myself–it’s not like they came to see me–I’m just the lucky bystander who happened to cross their path.  I chat with them, show them the collections, bring them pieces, and do my best to not look awkward while I stand by and watch them browse obliviously through the store.  It’s not much, but I still feel lucky.  Those moments are still a world more than most will ever get to experience.

I can find out more in a handshake, the rhythm of their gait, or the tune they hum when examining a ring than the next person can staring just at a picture.  And you know they say a picture’s worth a thousand words.  So real life must be like a billion.

Last week my coworker paged me to the front.  When I approached the counter she grabbed my arm and leaned towards my ear.  ”Can you go help Chris Brown?  He’s in mens.” [Read more]