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Divas Storm the Barn

Late last night two denim clad divas stormed the Barn in Huntsville, Alabama. Barn yard hand Magnolia Garland greeted the divas at the door at approximately 8 pm. They stormed the store wreaking havoc throughout the Barn. The buns of steel (I am not talking about their butts) blazed from tablescape to tablescape. The long skirted divas were out shopping while dad had the dozens of kids.

While Santa Baby was playing for the millionth time this season, the diva’s phone rang with hubby on the other end of the line. There was some trouble at the Dugger’s house. It sounded like a little kid fell or busted their lip or maybe some other catastrophic event in a preschooler’s life. Hubby urged the darling diva to hurry home and little miss denim replied, “Oh, the Barn is about to close in five minutes. I’ll be home soon.” It appeared that little miss denim was shopping with mom or mom-in-law for a party on Friday night. They grabbed and moved and tossed and tumbled all round the Barn. Thankfully, the pair didn’t have any little turkey plates with them.

The denim divas could be considered regulars around the Barn, but I don’t want to admit they are good customers. I am sure all they buy they return days later. Closing quickly approached and Hudson scurried to finish his onslaught of straightening and overall overachievement of Barn cleanliness. I added ornaments to a Christmas tree we lassoed and drug to the front of the Barn. Great concept, if you ever want to move a fully decorated Christmas tree tie a leash around the base and pull the tree wherever you want.

Oh, back to the divas. Shortly after closing they were still in the Barn acting like Cleopatra or Marie Antoinette. They acted as if they didn’t know that 9 pm was our closing. They were still looking and shopping at their own time and pace. Heather Chenille was attending to them at this point… 9:14 the two divas wanted to know what time the Barn closes. “Oh, it should have been fourteen minutes ago.” They didn’t budge. I can’t understand how someone can be so self-absorbed to think their retail servants don’t want to go home to their own families and would rather pluck ornaments out of tablescapes than shut down for the night.

Yes, we are in the business of customer service. However, they smugly stood with their pocket books open and eyes shut to the fact we were closing. We gave service with a smile, but I can’t help but think the next time I am in a store minutes before close I will be considerate of other people’s time as well as mine. The point I am trying to make is, in the Christmas season when people are grumpy, walking like zombies through the mall we all need to be a little bit more compassionate. Is that what Jesus would have done. Wouldn’t Christ, the reason for the season, want to enjoy the company of a merchant rather than demand service late at night! Christmas isn’t about decorating your home and giving over priced electronics.

Tomorrow I will storm the aisles and hallways of the malls and shops around Huntsville. I will force myself to think of others, not myself while I am shopping. The denim clad divas taught me this late last night.

PS… Today, I visited the Barn to pick up a few Christmas gifts. I heard a report that the Denim clad Divas returned to the scene of the crime to return most all of the stuff they purchased. WHY? I know, they didn’t want the stuff in the first place.