Author’s note: I ran out of time to finish this for today, so I’ll update it later this week. It’s a work in progress. Happy reading! –Pixie
Weirdgorden — The Store That Doesn’t Sell Anything
A busy street in a Midwestern City with snow on the sidewalks all around. The store, Weirdgorden’s has all the lights on and the door sign is turned to Open.
Inside we see Amy sitting at a table with a coffee and notebook in hand. She taps her notebook with the pen and stares at store clerks Charlotte and Larry, who are at the U-shaped counter unloading and cataloguing various soaps, lotions, and creams.
Larry: Big shipment today. You think Mr. Gorden’s branching out?
Charlotte: Isn’t he always? That woman is here again.
Larry: I think she likes your coffee.
Charlotte: (piling lotion tubes in her hand). She should, drinks enough of it.
Charlotte comes out from behind the counter and starts organizing the bottles on a display rack. When she’s done, Amy scurries from her seat to inspect the display while the clerks regard her curiously.
Amy: No price tags—again!
Larry: (snorting) And why would there be, why would there be? (He stacks empty boxes and takes them through the swinging doors to the back.
Charlotte asks if Amy wants another coffee, but she declines and returns to her seat.
Charlotte: We close in an hour. (She organizes fancy bar soaps in a pyramid on the counter.
Ding! The door chimes as a husband and wife enter, the wife clearly dragging the husband.
Betty: See, dear, it’s a beauty shop! Oh, just look at all these beautiful soaps and lotions!
Dave: Yes, hon. (He nods to Amy and Charlotte). The wife’s looking for a gift for her mother.
Charlotte: Ah, is that so? (She smiles and goes back to her tasks)
Betty and Dave take some time choosing various soaps and lotions and Betty brings them up to the counter and piles them in front of the giant cash register. Charlotte continues her tasks and Dave clears his throat very loud to get her attention. All the time Amy scribbles notes in her notebook. Charlotte reluctantly walks over to the register before looking hopefully at the door to the back room.
Betty: The choices you have are so wonderful! My mother’s in the hospital and they just do not understand beauty care, you know what I mean?
Charlotte: Oh, yes. These are great items. Imported, you know. (She looks at Betty expectantly, while Betty looks back equally expectantly)
After a minute with nothing happening, Dave clears his throat again, asking isn’t Charlotte going to ring up the items.
Charlotte: (Waving a hand). Oh, Larry’s already done that, dears.
Betty and Dave: Oh. Oh?
Charlotte pulls out a pretty store bag and begins putting the items inside.
Betty: How much…? (But Charlotte doesn’t answer)
Dave: (Whispering) Fifty, give her fifty.
Betty scrounges in her wallet for fifty dollars, but when she hands it to Charlotte, Charlotte laughs. Amy stands up, watching closely.
Charlotte: I don’t need your money. Mr. Gorden pays me quite well, thank you. (She nudges the bag to the edge of the counter)
Betty: Oh, but I have to pay for the soaps.
Charlotte: Pay for the soaps? (She sighs) And why would you do that?
Dave: Look here, how much are all these items, anyway? We want to pay for them and go on our way!
Charlotte: We don’t sell soaps and lotions here. Larry! La—rry!