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Standing by the display which featured the bag I wanted, I looked toward the cash register where two salesmen were engrossed in conversation. On Deva, this would have been all that was necessary to have the proprietor swoop down on me, a.s.suming he had given me any room to start with.
Here, they didn"t seem to notice. Slightly puzzled, I waited a few moments, then cleared my throat noisily. It didn"t even earn me a glance.
"Are you coming down with something, Skeeve?" Kal- vin said anxiously. "Anything contagious, I mean?"
"No, I"m just trying to signal for one of the salesmen.""
"Oh."
The Djin floated a few feet higher to peer toward the cash register.
"It doesn"t seem to be working."
"I can see that, Kalvin. The question is, what will?"
We waited a few more moments and watched the salesmen in their discussion.
"Maybe you should go over there," the Djin suggested at last.
It seemed strange to pursue a salesman to get him to take my money, but lacking a better idea I wandered over to the sales counter.
. . . And stood there.
The salesmen finished their discussion of sports and started on dirty jokes.
. . . And stood there.
Then the subject was the relative merits of the women they were dating. It might have been interesting, not to mention instructional, if I hadn"t been getting so annoyed.
"Do you get the feeling I"m not the only one who"s invisible?" Kalvin muttered sarcastically.
When a Djin who"s used to sitting in a bottle for years starts getting impatient, I figure I"m justified in taking action.
44 "Excuse me," I said firmly, breaking into the conversa- tion. "I"d like to look at that bag over there? The small magik one in green canvas?"
"Go ahead," one of the salesmen shrugged and returned to his conversation.
I stood there for a few more moments in sheer disbelief, then turned and marched back over to the bag.
"Now you"re starting to move like a Pervect," the Djin observed.
"I don"t care,"-" I snarled. "And that"s Pervert! I"ve tried to be nice . . . didn"t want to mess up their display . . .
but, if they insist ..."
For the next several minutes I took my anger out on the bag, which was probably the safest object to vent my spleen on. I hefted it, swung it over my head, slammed it against the floor a couple times, and did everything else to it I could think of short of climbing inside. I"ve got to admit the thing was st.u.r.dily made. Then again, I was starting to see why goods on Perv had to be tough. The salesmen never favored me with so much as a glance.
"Check me on this, Kalvin," I panted, my exertions finally starting to wear on my endurance. "The price tag on this bag does say 125 gold, doesn"t it?"
I may not be able to read many written languages, but numbers and prices have never given me any trouble. I guess it comes from hanging around with Aahz as long as I have . . . not to mention Tananda and Bunny.
"That"s the way I read it."
"I mean, that"s not exactly cheap. I"ve seen clerks treat 10-copper items with more concern and respect than these guys are showing. Don"t they care?"
"Not so"s you"d notice," the Djin agreed.
"" Do you think they" d notice if I tried to just tuck it. under my arm and walk out without paying? It would be nice to 45.
know something can get to these guys."
The Djin glanced around nervously.
" "I really don"t know, but I don"t think you should try."
That cooled me down a bit. I was still in strange territory on a mission, and it was no time to start testing security systems.
"Okay," I growled. "Let"s try this again."
This time, when I approached the sales counter, I figured I had learned my lesson. No more Mr. Nice Guy. No more waiting around for them to end their discussion.
"I"d like to buy that green magik bag, the small canvas one," I said, bursting into their conversation in mid-sen- tence.
"All right."
The salesman I had first spoken with was halfway to the display before I realized what he was doing. Now that I had his attention, my normal shopping instincts cut in.
"Excuse me. I"d like a new case rather than the floor display... and is there any chance you have it in black?"
The salesman gave me a long martyred look.
"Just a moment, I"ll have to check."
He went slouching off while his partner began wandering aimlessly through the section straightening displays.
"If you don"t mind my saying so, Skeeve, I think you"re pushing your luck," Kalvin observed.
"Hey, it"s worth asking," I shrugged. "Besides, however inconsiderate the help is, this is still a store. There"s got to be some interest in giving the customer what he wants."
Fifteen minutes later, the salesman still hadn"t reappeared and I found my temper was starting to simmer again.
"Um ... is it time to say "I told you so" yet?" the Djin smirked.
Ignoring him, I intercepted the second salesman.
"Excuse me, how far is it to the storeroom?"
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"Why do you ask?" he blinked.
"Well, your partner was checking on something for me, and it"s been a while."
The salesman grimaced. I "Who? Him? He"s gone on break. He should be back in an hour or so if you"d like to wait."
"What??"
"I suppose I could go look for you, if you"d like. What was it you wanted?"
As I"ve said before, I may be slow, but I do learn. This was the last salesman in the section and I wasn"t about to let him out of my sight.
"Forget it. I"ll take the small green magik bag over there.
The one in canvas."
"Okay. That"ll be 125 in gold. Do you want to carry it or shall 1 give you a sack?"
Before I could think, my Bazaar reflexes cut in.
"Just a second. That"s 125 for a new bag. How much will you knock off the price for one that"s been used for a floor display?"
Kalvin groaned and covered his eyes with one hand.
"I don"t set the prices," the salesman said, starting to turn away. "If you don"t like it, shop somewhere else."
The thought of starting this fiasco all over again defeated me.
"Wait a minute," I called, fumbling with my money belt. "I"ll take it. But can I at least get a receipt?"
Shopping for clothes turned out to be a trial of a different sort. There were magik lifts that carried me up two floors to the clothing section, which fortunately gave me time to think things through.
The trouble was that I was disguised as a Pervect. Because of their build, this made me appear much more heavyset 47.
than I really was. If I bought clothes to fit my disguised form, they"d hang on the real me like a tent. If I went for my real size, however, it would be a dead giveaway when I asked to try them on.
What I finally decided to do was to shop in the kids"
section, which would be the best bet for finding my real size anyway, and say I was buying them for my son. I had gotten pretty good at eyeballing clothes for size, so the fit probably wouldn"t be too bad.
I needn"t have worried.
It seems a lot more people shop for clothes than shop for luggage. A lot more.
Not being able to read the signs, I couldn"t tell if there was a sale on or if this was the normal volume of customers the section got. Whatever the case, the place was a madhouse. Throngs of shoppers, male and female, jostled and clawed at each other over tables heaped with various items of apparel. To say angry voices were raised fails to capture the shrieks and curses which a.s.saulted my ears as I approached the area, but I- could make out the occasional sounds of cloth tearing. Whether this was from items on sale being ripped asunder by rival shoppers; or the rival shoppers themselves being ripped asunder I could never tell for sure. It was like watching a pileup at the Big Game, but without teams and without breaks between plays.
"Don"t tell me you"re going into that!" Kalvin gasped.
"Without armor or artillery?"
It seemed a strange question for someone from a sup- posedly peaceful dimension to ask, but I was busy concen- trating on the task ahead.
"This shopping thing is already taking too long," I said grimly. "I"m not going to lose any more time by having Edvik hunt us up another store . . . especially since there"s 48 no guarantee it will be any better than this one. I"m going to wade in there, grab a couple of outfits, and be done with it once and for all."
Good taste and a queasy stomach at the memory prevent me from going into detail on how the next half hour went.
Suffice it to say that Kalvin abandoned me and hovered near the ceiling to watch and wait until I was done. Now I"ve knocked around a bit, and been knocked around more times than I care to recall, but if there"s any memory that compares to holding my own against a mob of Pervish shoppers, my mind has successfully suppressed it. I elbowed and shoved, used more than a little magik when no one was looking and called on most of the dirty tricks I learned in the Big Game, and in the end 1 had two outfits I wasn"t wild about but was willing to settle for rather than enter the fracas anew in search of something better. I also had a lingering fondness for the fat Pervish lady I hid behind from time to time to catch my breath.
Having sat out the battle, Kalvin was in good shape to guide me back to the exit. That was fortunate, since the adrenalin drop after emerging from the brawl was such that I could barely see straight, let alone walk steadily.
I don"t know where Edvik was waiting, but his cab materialized out of the traffic as soon as we emerged from the store and in no time we were back in the safety of the back seat. It wasn"t until later that I realized what a commen- tary it was on department stores that the cab now seemed safe to me.
"Can we go to the hotel now?" I said, sinking back in the seat and shutting my eyes.
"Like that? Don"t you want to change first?"
"Change?" Somehow I didn"t like the sound of that.
"You know, into a conservative suit. Business types al- ways get the best service at hotels."
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Kalvin groaned, but he needn"t have worried. If there was one thing I knew for sure, it"s that I wasn"t heading back to that store.
"Tell you what, Edvik. Describe a suit to me."
The cabbie rubbed his chin as he plotted his way through the traffic.
"Well, let"s see. They"re usually dark grey or black . . .
three piece with a vest . . . thin white pinstripes closely s.p.a.ced . . . and, you know, the usual accessories like a white shirt and a striped tie."
Just as I thought. The same as was worn on Deva . . .
and every other dimension I"ve met businessmen on. I closed my eyes again and made a few adjustments to my disguise spell.
"Like this?"
The cabbie glanced over his shoulder, then swiveled around to gape openly.
"Say! That"s neat!" he exclaimed.
"Thank you," I said smugly. "It"s nothing really. Just a disguise spell I use."
"So why didn"t you use that to fake the new outfits and the luggage instead of ha.s.sling with the stores?"
" "I was about to ask the same thing,"" Kalvin murmured.