I think that everyone who lived in the vicinity of the mall and had outdoor plans cancelled decided to come browse today. The parking garage was packed, and there were three times as many people there as yesterday. Many of them came to the Customer Service desk and asked me questions. Most of the questions were the straightforward ones I can answer in my sleep--Where is the bathroom/specific store/movie theater? However, I also got quite a few off the wall queries:
- Where can I get balloons/gourmet cupcakes/a henna tattoo? (None are available in the mall. I did a lot of Google searches during this shift!)
- What company services the plants in the mall? (I don't know, but they wear green shirts)
- Where's the closest independent bookstore and how can I get there by public transit? (I gave the person a couple of names and a Metro brochure)
- Do you know the name of the [jazz instrumental] song that's playing over the intercom right now? (No)
The young man was covered in bling--two rapper necklaces with sparkling pendants, big diamond ear studs, and several large diamond-encrusted rings. I suggested he could use a piece of his jewelry as collateral, take the wheelchair to his friend, then come back with the ID. He acted like I'd asked him to cut off his arm and relinquish it to me. I smiled and didn't say anything. When he saw I wasn't going to change my mind, he reluctantly removed one of his rings and handed it over. Before I could put it in a secure location, though, his friend hobbled up and handed over his ID. Ring was returned. Problem solved.
Five years ago today: New Thing #173--Two Trillion Methods