People...

Sep. 30th, 2017 03:44 pm
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It was last month in Silverton when they came into the booth. Their twelve-year-old kingfisher platter had finally surrendered to age and use, cracked clean across, and they needed a new one.

I had only one round platter at all, at the time, a nice one with lions, male and female together, him licking her ear.

Husband liked it just fine; wife wanted a hummingbird, which I had in an oval platter, but not round. My next firing would be in six weeks  (hey, it's a 50 cubic-foot kiln), if they wanted to special order. She did, so I took her card, added her to the special orders list, and in due time called them to say their platter was ready.

They arranged for husband to come down to Eugene Friday to pick it up, then rescheduled to Saturday at Market. I'd brought the hummingbird, as well as the lion platter; she'd told him to pick whichever he liked better.

He took the lions, of course. I peeled off the price sticker, stuck it on the hummingbird platter and set it out in the booth, and wrapped up his purchase.

Which he could have had six weeks ago.

I don't understand people sometimes.

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