The misadventure of a mystery shopper (Fiction)
As I wandered downstairs into what seemed like a clothing store, I pulled out a notepad to refresh my mind on what sections I had to check and what to look for. It seemed like I was a pro as no one recognized me for what I really was. Employees walked around like zombies mumbling hardly audible greeting and a few of them eventually gathered in one corner to start talking to themselves. No one paid any attention to me and I had to run up to the group, poke one of them viciously with the cane I was carrying and ask him to help me out in choosing a pair of boots to go with the awesome mystery shopper trench coat I was wearing. Dissatisfied with the service, I stomped out of the shop while grumbling loudly about the awful customer service and decided to blog about it. The cell phone started to ring madly in my pocket.
Pulling it out, I looked up, yet it was too late. Tumbling over the rail, I started to free fall into the crowds below. Pressing the answer button, I said “Hey. Can I get back to you in a bit? I think I missed a step and I’ve discovered how to fly.”
Groggily I woke up from the deep sleep whose tentacles refused to let go. My arm crept out from under the bed sheet and groped the alarm. Missing the snooze button, I stuck my head out and looked at the world through my bleary eyes. The constant buzzing of the alarm started to push the bone deep sleep ever so slowly away. Getting out of the bed, I lifted the coffee mug and took a long sip and wondered how soon I can go home. Looking at the reflection in the window, old memories came alive and I remembered my mission. Pulling up a chair, switching on the computer, I logged in and started to fill out my report.