Sunday, June 12, 2011

Out of the Mouths of Babes

Yesterday after closing at work, a co-worker and I were assigned to move a security device beneath the "floorboards" of one of our displays. Where it was made it inaccessible, and as the touch devices tend to go off on a daily basis, we need to have them easy-to-reach to minimize obnoxious noise and aggravation.

As is usual, we had a customer finishing up with one of the other reps.

She had a little girl with her, probably about six.

As Ryan and I were struggling to push wires through a tiny ass hole in the floorboards — that his fingers could barely squeeze to and my tiny hands just reached — the little girl stood over us and offered her advice.

"Want me to show you?"

"Are you wearing a necklace? It's pretty. Be careful!"

"Are you doing it right?"

"Let me see?"

"I can show you if you want."

"Did you get hurt?"

"What's he doing there?"

"What do you have?"

"That's not going to fit."

"Do you need help?"

Our responses were varied and usually half-formed as the security thing kept going off. I couldn't help but smile though. She was such a good "helper" and was well-pleased with herself when the job was done.

Ciao,
kc

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