The Last Day Open (Blogophilia 32.12)

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Her face was amusing, pale skin with cat whiskers of charcoal drawn across the cheeks. Glancing around, I realized it was Halloween. Was it cute? I guess if she was a kid. It was a definitely awkward look, like that display at Needless Markup. I’ve seen a bunch of those over the years. The mouth was more like a dog than a cat. She'd probably make a good puppy and if I could move, I scratch behind her ears. But who am I to judge? I know all about awkward looks. I'm a mannequin in a men’s clothing display and I’ve sported some.

I could see the why she stared. I'm not the normal plastic statue making the cheap stuff look good. I'm orange, some ditz's tangerine dream created after too many tequila sunrises with a pomegranate twist. Or worse, who knows? At least, I'm not the only one. Jimmy and Don stand stoically next to me and don't say anything. I was the only one given a brain.

How did I become this fantastical clotheshorse? Can't remember. I'd always been here, looking out over the faux mahogany counters trying to get wives to look at me. One day, the idiots in the back didn’t dress me and no one noticed. I was standing out with my nothing showing. Jimmy and Don at least had on ugly sweaters. Not me. I am naked as the day I was made sitting under the air conditioning vent. I would have shivered if I could have, but I’m plastic. Finally a little girl said something about the funny colored Ken doll and I had a blanket thrown on me. They could have at least taken me to the back and done it right.

I heard from one of the guys dressing me last night the store was closing. They don’t think I can hear but I can. The statement goes a long way in explaining those cheesy looking discount posters. Used to be sales were discreet, little cardboard signs saying clearance or 50% off. I guess the big signs are working. Look at the tie table. It’s the biggest mess I’ve ever seen. Racks that used to be stuffed have nothing. I wonder if the back looks as bad.

They even brought in more of us regal statues to display the ugly stuff.

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One of the old guys on the floor they were a blast from the past; he hadn’t seen patterns like that since he was in high school in the 60’s. From the looks of him, that was the stone ages. He’s about as mummified as me.

One of the dressing guys came around and took down our display. This is the last day? Where are you going with Don? A white house? That don’t make no sense. Is that one of those trash bins? Hey! Put me down. I’m not trash.

Now I sit next to the dumpster in the cold. At least the left the suit on.

I just want them to know they didn’t break me.

Turn out the lights. We’re done.

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Topic-Irene Melgoza

The quote is from Pretty in Pink

Pic-Dave Coon

Pic guesses The ‘60’s (in blog), ugly stuff (in blog), Patterns (in blog), blast from the past (in blog), Colorful, Turn it off!