After our gorgeous time at Magnolia Square, we headed off to Brenda's for lunch and some stitching ...... Brenda is serously one of the most welcoming people I have ever met. She tells a great joke !!!
We laughed a good chunk of the day away before we headed off to a patchwork shop.
You know, at first, I found it hard to understand the crabbiness of the shopkeepers. But the more I thought of it the more I felt duty bound to share with you the plight of the Patchwork shop worker.
Ode to the Patchwork Shop Worker
Oh Patchwork shop worker I know you’re no shirker
for harder jobs barely exist !
You must slave all the day, putting fabrics away,
and cutting must sure hurt your wrist!
People pop in, and they smile and they grin
but you’re wishing them dead in their tracks.
For they demand your attention and want you to mention
the location of pretty charm packs.
When they come in to visit and dare ask "where is it"
you mutter and glower and groan.
With a roll of the eyes, and a number of sighs
It”s all you can do not to moan.
Is it your fate, in this job that you hate?
for harder jobs barely exist !
You must slave all the day, putting fabrics away,
and cutting must sure hurt your wrist!
People pop in, and they smile and they grin
but you’re wishing them dead in their tracks.
For they demand your attention and want you to mention
the location of pretty charm packs.
When they come in to visit and dare ask "where is it"
you mutter and glower and groan.
With a roll of the eyes, and a number of sighs
It”s all you can do not to moan.
Is it your fate, in this job that you hate?
for all customers to come and annoy you.
You want them to quit, so you treat them like shit
and get snooty when someone implores you.
Your whingey and whiny, and your shop is so tiny
that and you bump and you shove as you pass
Then you look down your nose, and strike up your pose
(the one with the pole up your A...)
We still give you our cash, to increase our stash
And we smile and try to be sweet.
But we save up our thoughts and our nasty retorts
till we’re safely back out in the street !
You want them to quit, so you treat them like shit
and get snooty when someone implores you.
Your whingey and whiny, and your shop is so tiny
that and you bump and you shove as you pass
Then you look down your nose, and strike up your pose
(the one with the pole up your A...)
We still give you our cash, to increase our stash
And we smile and try to be sweet.
But we save up our thoughts and our nasty retorts
till we’re safely back out in the street !
No more I promise........................
