For the last five years my Beloved and I have been promising each other new dishes for Christmas. We currently have a random mixture of two sets of the marvelously durable Denby, and so we’d like to replace them with more Denby.
Yesterday we went to our local Dillard’s (yes, that Dillard’s), and sure enough, the china department was so cluttered up with tables and big vases and boxes waiting to be unpacked that the closest I could get to the Denby display was about three feet away. A saleslady came up while my Beloved was bringing me dishes to look at, and asked if we needed anything. “We’re in the market for a new set of Denby china,” I said in a neutral voice, “and I’m willing to spend a thousand dollars on it, but not if I can’t get close enough to see it.”
This began a hilarious dance: the saleslady apologised, and began fetching various other employees to start moving stuff (right answer!); my Beloved felt the need to apologise to the saleslady several times and assure her that they didn’t need to move anything, we would manage (wrong answer); I apologised to my Beloved ONCE for causing him distress, but assured him that they should indeed move things, in fact they should move them permanently.
Accessibility bitch: a tough job, but somebody’s got to do it.