Salesman's Worst Nightmare !link! | The Lingerie

Here’s a quick piece to illustrate one possible take:

“I’m… very sorry for your loss.” the lingerie salesman's worst nightmare

His manager will find him in the stockroom tomorrow, rocking back and forth, whispering: “She didn’t even want a gift receipt.” Here’s a quick piece to illustrate one possible

But her — the woman who walks in at 7:55 on a Friday night, ten minutes before closing — she’s different. rocking back and forth

She tilts her head. “Don’t be. I picked the coffin.”

Derek’s mouth opens. Closes. Opens again.

“I need something for my husband’s funeral,” she says, flat as a mannequin’s face. “He liked red.”