Shop Girl
Hildy was a shop girl like all the rest. If you’re not familiar with the term let me help you out. A shop girl is a girl who, because she has no skills, works in a shop. Not because she’s isn’t pretty, not because she isn’t bright. Only because she’s got no skills. That was the case with Hildy. So she worked in a shop, a most common shop. She worked in the 99.
You probably thought she worked in a huge department store in New York selling gloves or something. Something like a shop girl in one of O. Henry’s stories. But she doesn’t. Things have gotten tough since then. Things have gotten real 21st Century. She lives in L.A. (Paramount to be specific) and works in the 99 instead. She does however live with her aged mother and a cat, and supports them both, straight out of O. Henry. If he had known her she’d be the kind of girl he’d write about. She’d make him proud.
She lived in Paramount with her Mom named Celia and her cat named Willy. It was right on the railroad tracks near Rosecrans and Paramount Blvd. not far from the store. When the train came by it would shake the house, just like in I Love Lucy. It was that close. Fortunately for Celia, Hildy, and Willy, trains didn’t come by too often. She went to Compton College some nights when she didn’t work late. But, unlike the train, it wasn’t often enough.
Like many shop girls she hoped to meet a man. A knight in shining armor who’d sweep her off her feet as far away from the 99 as possible would do. That’s what she hoped. Sometimes though it seemed it would never happen. Such men rarely made appearances or shopped at the 99. Paramount is nice of course, just not the kind of ‘hood a knight shops in, in his shining armor or otherwise. About this very fact she was complaining to her equally shop-girl friend and fellow worker Sam. Her real name was Samantha.
“Sam,” she said after their lines of customers had evaporated, “it just isn’t fair.” She examined herself in a mirror a customer had returned and left on the counter. It was one of those Parakeet mirrors, quite small, with tiny beads on wires on the sides that birds can push about.
“All this,” she said to Sam looking at her reflection, “and no one taking advantage.”
In it she was seeing only a bit of herself at a time, (after all it was a itsy-bitsy’ bird-mirror) but these are the bits she saw. A bit of eyebrow and all of a lovely blue-green eye. She turned it a taste, and a curl of red hair was revealed. Then down, a bit of freckled nose, which she checked for shine. There wasn’t any. Totally then there wasn’t much of her to see, just a slip of a girl, but to men it was more than enough. They liked the bits they saw.
“All this,” she said to Sam, making a sweeping motion from head to toe, “and no man taking advantage. And I do want to be taken advantage of Sam, I do. ”
“I know what you mean, Mija.” Sam replied. Sam did know what she meant too, as she was in the same boat, being a dark-haired-dark-eyed Hispanic from Culiacan, and pretty cute herself.
“There’s only gangsters and school kids shopping here,” she said looking around the place.
“No bueno aqui,” she continued, “no bueno buscando para hombres,” and shook her head.
Sam looked at her watch. It was her 10 minute break she was looking for and she found it.
“Well Chica, I’m off.” She walked to the back. That left Hildy to work by herself. She’d never meet the right guy in here, she just knew it. That’s how it was going to be. Sometimes life was just a life sentence.
That’s why she didn’t see him at first. In her state of mind she didn’t expect to. Maybe it was because he was so neutral. He didn’t wear a baseball cap on sideways or his pants sagging so far down that he was wearing scrungies around his ankles to keep the cuffs up. The pants didn’t have names across the crotch or butt in bold silver letters. Not at all. He was dressed quite differently. That’s probably why she didn’t notice him. He was dressed so non-bling .
He was in fact wearing a suit. A three-piece suit. He had on a tie. An actual tie. A three-piece suit and a tie. His shoes were brown. Now here was somebody that was different. He was poking about in the school supplies, gathering up stuff. When he was ready to check out he happened to pick her line. She saw as he got closer that he was tall, and as he paid her, that his nails were cut close and clean. She liked his smell too, kind of fresh and spicy. He was her dream. When Sam got back from her break she said,
“I just saw him, the most gorgeous guy, you shoulda seen him, he was just…” her voice trailed off, “just gorgeous.”
“Was he married?” Sam always came straight to the point.
“How would I know?” Hildy answered, “All I said was thank you for shopping at the 99. All he said was thank you. I couldn’t just ask him, you know.”
“The ring?” she held up her left hand extending her fingers. “His finger? Duh! Did he have a ring?” She pointed to the ring finger. Hildy understood and felt foolish.
“I didn’t notice,'.
“Chica,” Sam replied, “I know you went to school, girl, but you still didn’t learn.”
Hildy looked crushed, as if she’d failed a test, which she had.
“Don’t worry Mija, Samantha is going to take you under her wing.” And that’s precisely what she did.
to be continued?.....
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