I think we've all met a few people who deserve a lump of coal from Santa, and I'm not talking about the cute candy version I'm sharing with you today!
Years ago, when I worked at a busy art gallery during Christmastime, more often than not, at the last minute before the doors closed on Christmas Eve, we'd get a visit from a high maintenance client. I would inevitably be stuck escorting them around the showroom for a couple of hours after closing.
The last time I found myself in this situation, I had to listen to a man refer to every piece of artwork he spotted as "sexy". Piece of pottery? Sexy. Painting of a dead tree? Sexy. Indonesian cat carving? Sexy. Bronze sculpture of Jesus? You guessed it.
An hour later I was desperate for someone to put me out of my misery. My best friend worked there too, and she tried to
When he finally left (without a purchase, no less), we judged him harshly. My BFF grumbled something about his taste level and I said I hoped Santa brought him a lump of coal instead of fine artwork. Now, that sounds rather mean of me, but please understand... I'd had my fill of "sexy" talk that day. When I think back on the incident, I wonder if he was just lonely at Christmas. I hope by now, at the very least, he's learned a new adjective.
But enough of my reminiscing. On to sweeter things!
heather@sprinklebakes.com
