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"excuse me?" i was lumbering toward the dutch door with two heavy frames in each hand, nudging a shopping cart with my knee. "i just found these and they're quite big; could you hold them behind the counter for me until i'm ready to check out?"
the old woman leaned against the door and shook her head. "no, i'm afraid i can't do that. there's not enough room back here."
"really?" i was stunned. when i worked at that same thrift shop a decade before, shoppers were able to hold merchandise. "i'm going to be leaving in ten minutes."
"just leave them here by the door," she instructed.
"but what if someone else sees them?"
"i'm sorry, i can't; if i did it for you, i'd have to do it for everyone."
i took the frames and turned them against the wall like misbehaving children being placed in a time-out.
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