Molly The Manager

Molly The ManagerThis is a true story. I have changed the some of the names for grins and giggles. Others, including store names and geographical locations are true. Fall, 1982. These neat toys we use to communicate with were either in their infancy or very expensive. I was finishing up University and when things slowed down in what I liked doing, I found myself alone, and needing a job to pay the $80.00 a month for the six by nine foot room, some food, gas for the 1966 Chevy Malibu. I lowered myself and decided to go retail and stopped by a local department store. It just so happened the head of security was in personnel,motor one look at me and said, “What do you know about shoplifting?” I thought it was an accusation, confessed to nothing and he said, “I will train you…you’re hired.” For 30 or so hours a week, I walked around different stores (Weinstocks had five in the Sacramento CA area) caught shoplifters kilis rus escort and I did not have to invest in several hundred dollars in clothing to make $3.35 an hour. I was making $5.80, so my life was pretty good.As was the case with the Arden Fair store of this now defunct chain, employees had to park way in the back. My “seemed right” assignment was I walked the females or anyone else that wanted, to their cars, made sure they got in the road, An employee of a mall competitor was pistol whipped,marked and robbed in the parking lot. That would not happen on my watch. The last people to leave were the managers. On a chilly, mid November evening in 1982, as I returned to tell the bosses all the employees were in their cars and out I was ready to clock out, the manager of Linens and fine China, Ms, Waldo approached me. “My car is in the shop, I was hoping you were going kilis rus escort bayan my direction and give me a lift home. It’s really too far to walk and I would feel safe with you.” The extent of our conversations prior to that point had consisted of the socially acceptable hello. When I started working at that chai I did see her walking around .Sac State. I would say “Hello,” she would smile and return the greeting and that was about it. “I live downtown, but nothing is really out of my way. Sure.” We walked to my car. As we approached she commented, “I always wondered who owned this car. The paint is fantastic.” As I unlocked the door and held it open for her, she commented, “Wow, a real gentleman.” “So, what direction? I don’t know where you live Ms. Waldo.” “Hey, we are in your car, call me Molly. Do you know where Nrothrup Avenue crosses Fulton?” “Yes, the high rus kilis escort rent district.” As we drove, I her about how I found this car in a barn and resurrected it. She mentioned how comfortable the seats were. I mentioned how I trained the labor for a brick BBQ for the upholstery job. As we arrived at her townhouse complex, she gave me the key code to open the gates. Once we arrived at her assigned parking space, I kept the motor running and got out to open the door. As she stepped out, Molly asked, “Do you have a bathing suit or some workout shorts?” A very inquisitive “Why?” Came from my mouth. “I have a nice community Jacuzzi. When was the last time you had a glass of wine and sat in a whirlpool and had adult conversation with someone?” I had to mention it had been quite a while. I still, in my sexually unsophisticated mind, think this was just a couple of people, that had one thing in common just having a relaxing evening, I would have a glass of wine and go on my merry way. I turned off my car, opened the trunk and found something to wear and we went inside. I had always noticed a big ring on her ring finger. I had always thought she was engaged or otherwise spoken for; there is someone for everyone on this planet.