He'd dropped by to leave a bottle of wine for the owner, Mr. Gallivan, and a couple of the shop employees he found himself well-acquainted with, for once having all his Christmas affairs in order promptly and hassle-free. That hadn't stopped him browsing the displays, though, however crammed it might be with last-minute shoppers and some overexcited young boys who sounded like they would be willing to cut off their own toes to own some of the Wigtown merchandise.
The more he looked, though, the more Elias was convinced there would absolutely be someone he'd forgotten for Christmas, somewhere. Perhaps a business associate, one of his long-standing clients, someone who'd drop by just after the New Year and whom Elias would have to greet empty-handed. Ha! But not if he bought some backup gifts - just little knick-knacks, some complimentary polish or tail twig tweezers or something. (Now that he thought about it... maybe he'd forgotten more people than he'd thought. Perhaps he'd be best off ordering in bulk.)
Amidst this dilemma, he'd heard an 'excuse me', and took a step back, away from the display so that the person could pass. No one had passed, though; Elias reoriented and found himself facing a young lady who, despite being relatively short and decently dainty, still hadn't slipped past him. Perplexed, he attempted to back up, even further out of her way, only he found himself affixed to the same spot in the aisle, like he'd found himself knee-deep in invisible glue. Well, that was odd.
"I wish I had an answer for you, Miss, but I'm afraid I'm having the same problem," Elias admitted, huffing out a helpless laugh. "Must be punishment for looking at new things right before Christmas," he half-joked, though he tried to pull up his foot again and frowned. If this were a sales tactic to trap customers into buying last-minute purchases, it was by all accounts an odd one.
The more he looked, though, the more Elias was convinced there would absolutely be someone he'd forgotten for Christmas, somewhere. Perhaps a business associate, one of his long-standing clients, someone who'd drop by just after the New Year and whom Elias would have to greet empty-handed. Ha! But not if he bought some backup gifts - just little knick-knacks, some complimentary polish or tail twig tweezers or something. (Now that he thought about it... maybe he'd forgotten more people than he'd thought. Perhaps he'd be best off ordering in bulk.)
Amidst this dilemma, he'd heard an 'excuse me', and took a step back, away from the display so that the person could pass. No one had passed, though; Elias reoriented and found himself facing a young lady who, despite being relatively short and decently dainty, still hadn't slipped past him. Perplexed, he attempted to back up, even further out of her way, only he found himself affixed to the same spot in the aisle, like he'd found himself knee-deep in invisible glue. Well, that was odd.
"I wish I had an answer for you, Miss, but I'm afraid I'm having the same problem," Elias admitted, huffing out a helpless laugh. "Must be punishment for looking at new things right before Christmas," he half-joked, though he tried to pull up his foot again and frowned. If this were a sales tactic to trap customers into buying last-minute purchases, it was by all accounts an odd one.
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