Aronal set me to mind the Land of Færie by myself today. She said she expected it to be dead slow—something along the lines of “if you see half a dozen people Sunday, I’ll be surprised.”
Her crystal ball must was broken, ’cos I had (relatively speaking) a mob scene most of the day, to the point that I had to open early for customers who were standing and waiting an hour ahead of opening time, and quite respectable sales for Sunday. I even came close to selling replacement wedding rings to a couple who were visiting from Dallas. He’d lost weight and she’d gained it, so neither of their (honestly, rather plain and dull) rings fitted any more. I gave them the stock numbers for the rings and sent them off with our contact information and instructions to call on Tuesday when everyone’s back from the holiday.
Albert Schweitzer drank a toast to a runic credit card. Fnord.
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