I set up my basket of hand painted teacup cards the day before a sale on a long serving counter in a luxurious home. However, the morning of the sale, other items took their place. My basket of cards had been moved to the breakfast table next to a large platter of cheese balls covered in nuts surrounded by crackers. Not unhappy with their new placement I went off to see how I might be helpful.
Returning to check on my cards I found they had been moved to the floor
under the table and the cheese ball display was now spread across the entire table. With no one in sight, I gingerly shifted the cheese balls over and returned my basket to the table top, and looked for something else to do.
A second return found my basket back on the floor and the cheese balls spread back across the table again. This time I less-gingerly moved the cheese balls and placed by basket back on the table wondering who the culprit was.
A third return found my basket back on the floor and the cheese balls spread out across the table. Only this time an old woman with a grey-haired bun wound tightly on the top her head sat guarding the cheese balls.
“Are those your cheese balls?” I asked. “Yes, I make them all by hand.” She replied in a squeaky voice. After she told me how much effort she put into making each cheese ball and how she covered them in assorted nuts, I decided to leave my basket on the floor and give her the remaining time to sell her cheese. I thought, maybe this time next year I’ll be in 100 stores while she will still be at Home Sales selling her cheese.
I can’t tell you what happened to the cheese ball lady, but I am happy to report that my fleeting thought of being in 100 stores actually came true the following year.