I is a fashionista

I was kind of aware of a woman sitting nearby on her own when I brunched with Gazza. I thought she was going to give us tea and sympathy about our coffee in paper cups when she approached us as she was leaving. 

But no. She said, I saw you two guys arrive and noticed you at times and you both look so stylishly dressed. WTF?

You would never think Gazza was gay by the way he normally dresses, but this day he was wearing a deerstalker tweedy kind of cap. His jacket was was a bit canvas looking, and quite nice. Instead of his usual baggy blue jeans, he was some kind of black pants. I didn't notice his shoes.

I was wearing my usual slim fit black Levi jeans, a collared dark blue and white fine checked shirt over a black tee with my dark blue Sketchers pull on shoes, and to brag, my designed in Italy, and made from New Zealand wool and French linen made somewhere or t'other Rodd and Gunn jacket. Since my scalp melanoma surgery, I wear either a Puma baseball cap or dark blue brimmed faux straw hat. I was wearing the latter. Phyllis has repainted my right hand small fingernail with glossy black nail polish. Apparently I can answer if questioned about my black nail, it marks my support for the empowerment of women, so that's ok with me. 

This woman just went on and on about how stylish we looked. Again, WTF? This is how I dress every day. She was visiting Melbourne with her children and they had visited to see Cold Play perform. She was an attractive woman in her forties, nicely dressed too, but without the Melbourne black clothing look. 

She was visiting from Rockhampton, in Queensland.  Gazza said to me, that explains it, meaning she did not have good taste if she thought we were fashionable. I said to the woman, You've truly made my day, thank you. She was quite lovely. I wonder if she noticed my black fingernail. I doubt it from her angle.

Truthfully, I like my little fingernail painted in high gloss black because it looks pretty. Gazza and I decided we are fashionistas. 

Back in town the next day I bought my new wallet. Meat is so expensive and apparently so is animal hide to make wallets. It was only two years ago when Ray bought me a new wallet for my birthday and it was nice, but the pocket for the notes was too small. I messaged Gazza that I was buying a new wallet suitable for a fashionista. For some reason I decided I needed a new wallet and I had a $10 credit to use. The wallet, the only one I could a could find to suit me, was priced at $80. Many wallets were locked in display cases. I waited for quite a while to find staff to open one case. Lordy, these wallets are costing three figures. Back to my original choice and I took it to the counter to pay.

A brief wait for for the person in front of me to finish their transaction. My $10 credit was applied to the $80 price, and the register showed I owed $80. My simple mind doesn't go much beyond adding 2+2 equals 4. Yes, I'm sure that is correct and a wallet for sale at $80 less a $10 discount should not equal $80. I pointed this out to staff, who immediately replied that my wallet was not discounted because the sales only applied to other brands. 

Now, I was getting clarity of thought. Staff is missing the point. $80 less $10 does not equal $80. That is not too hard. 'Ah', staff confessed. 'I see your point. I will reverse the transaction. My apologies'. Except she couldn't and asked other staff to help, and they could not. Neither was authorised to do so because the discount had already been applied. The floor manager was called and she fixed the problem. 

Start the process again. Hey, now I only owe $10. Sadly staff picked this up, cancelled the transaction and tried again, and still I only owed $10. History repeated itself one more time. Call the floor manager again, but a different one who is authorised to fix problems, the one who had earlier opened the glass case for me. 

She did finally fix the problem, and after me being there for over fifteen minutes trying to pay for my new wallet, gave me discount of 10%. So the $80 wallet cost me about $61 and rather a lot of time. A small paper carry bag was given to me for free as well. 

It was frustrating for a retired person who is so busy being retired, but no floor staff were to blame for a system failure. 

My new wallet is good but blocks my public transport card being read by readers. I have to take it out of my wallet. I will work on this. 

Btw, Phyllis cooked me a Railway Curry tonight and it was delicious. During the times of the Raj, it was served to train travellers en route. And my Aged Care meals were delivered too, to my door. The lass was patient as I filled in my next order. She brought a form for my following order so I can slowly review what is on offer. The food looks good. More on that after I've eaten some.