Ah the joys of selling shoes at Dance Camp. All the crazy old people who want shoes we don't carry. That think that we are more like a department store than a specialized shop run by the owner. I don't think they realize that the owner of the store is the one who runs it, or if they do, they expect me (not the owner) to know everything about every shoe. Well, I can understand why they want that, but it is interesting the reactions I get from some of them.
The fun part is seeing people I know and talking to them. Mostly these are the TA's, but some of the campers have been coming since I was starting out in the program.
I just wish someone would buy the costume I have for sale. Sadly, no one wants a yellow latin dress with red lace.
2 comments:
i miss the good ole days of dance camp --- such fun memories (most anyways.....minus the one where Lee pulled me aside and made me cry about having too many lessons w/ brent etc.) anyhow --- i want to hear more about the boyfriend too --- so PLEASE call!!! i am back to blogging again also, so look for the latest -- cuz we got TONS of BIG NEWS
xoxoxo
I've noticed that you have more posts up, it makes me happy. I wish I could be dancing at camp, I really miss it. And I wish I could be getting lessons from the pros. Maybe another time! I'll call you sometime, I promise.
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