I could see she had spunk when she marched into the booth.
“Hello there…” I began my usual pitch.
She grabbed a copy of WOOF: Women Only Over Fifty, and thumbed through the pages. “I’ll take it.”
“Great,” I said. “Is there someone special you’d like me to inscribe it to?”
“Yeah.” She beamed, pointing at her chest. “Me!”
Handing over the signed book, I thanked her and commented, “I love it when a woman gets it for herself.”
With a snort, she turned on her heel and called over her shoulder. “Sometimes that’s the only way you get it!”
WOOFer wisdom at work.
Diana (d.d. dawg)