STANDING OVATION

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Working in a shoe store has it's ups and downs

Submitted: January 24, 2018

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STANDING OVATION
by Lionel Walfish
 
 
By 5:45pm, Stanley Webb was exhausted.
 
Shifting his weight from one sore foot to another at Bailey's Shoe Store, he awaited what hopefully would be the final customer of the day. 
 
It was Saturday afternoon, and the week couldn’t end fast enough.
 
The store’s owner, Mr. Charles Bailey (formerly Beliovsky), would not allow Stanley to sit while awaiting any late afternoon customer that might walk through the door.
 
“You must always give the impression, Stanley,” Mr. Bailey said, in his heavy East European accent “That you are anxious to be accommodating whenever a patron walks in, and not be seen getting up from a seated position. Do you understand me Stanley?”
 
Stanley nodded yes. “But I have been standing!”
 
“Well Stanley”, Mr. Bailey said, “ It looked very much to me, that you were going to sit down.”
 
Stanley had gone from job to job, simply making ends meet, and now, at the age of sixty-eight, he survived on a meager government pension, and the shoe store’s minimum wage.
 
When Stanley arrived home that evening, he collapsed into an old, overstuffed Queen Anne winged chair, a gift from a distant aunt, who had long ago passed. The chair took up a large portion of his tiny bed-sitting room. The pillowed back and arms engulfed his tired body, and he slowly drifted off to sleep.
 
 
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Lilly Van Doren fastened her long flowing blond hair into a bun, holding it securely in place with an enormous crystal hairpin.
 
Sitting in the dressing room of the night-club, she admired her reflection in the old oval mirror adjacent to the dressing table. She leaned forward, making sure that the right amount of cleavage was pushed up and visible. She stood, shifted her body in the tight fitting red dress, and smiled with approval at the sparkling sequins.
 
It would be another successful Saturday night, filled with hoots and hollers from the mostly male club-goers.
 
She was magnificent to behold, and with the skillful application of the thick pancake make-up, she had erased every sag and wrinkle from her ageing face and neck. A miraculous effect. She pursed her red lips, blowing kisses at the image that shone back.
 
Lilly acknowledged the knock on the door, indicating that she was ‘on.’
 
Strutting onto the stage while miming the words to an old Ella Fitzgerald jazz hit that echoed through crackly speakers, Lilly beamed as the whistles and cheers filled the room. Song after song, Lilly’s gyrations brought down the house.
 
What a Saturday night it was.
 
Stanley arrived home after 2am, Sunday morning.
 
Without removing the wig, or scrubbing off the heavily applied make-up, he collapsed into the overstuffed Queen Anne chair.
 
It felt so good to get off his feet.
 
 
 
 


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