Admittedly, I just don't possess a great deal of joy shopping this Christmas, after being unemployed for nine months. Let's see, $405 a week (which the feds will ultimately tax) results in a holly jolly boo-hoo.
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All the same, this afternoon, I crossed Court Street to the
other side of Brooklyn Heights—to "Fulton Street Mall," a thoroughfare dotted with no-name low-cost retailers that, with my pride tucked away, became my destination for one one day of holiday shopping for my main man.
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Among stops was the Brooklyn Macy's, which must be the shameful stepchild of the chain... whose decor is a stunning showcase of... well, let's say 1989, to be kind.
And yet, during my couple-hour excursion, I
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was surprised to find that everywhere I went, from Macy's to the seemingly most humble destination, everyone was so very pleasant that it turned my mood from blank to merry. At Macy's men's cologne counter,
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a trio of attentive staffers insisted that I sniff, try out this and that scent... while wherever I went—and it was crowded on this late Thursday afternoon—folks begged pardon when we met in the aisles, excused themselves when we knocked into one another... as I chatted with folks in the checkout lines, happily and sans an iota of attitude. By the time I was done, I not only had found some goodies for my husband that I'm excited about, but walked home with a little skip in my step. Wow. Perhaps I need to get out a little more often, huh?
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