I wanted to thank you for coming into the store during my shift. I don't know if you know this or not, but you're adorable. I didn't ask if that baby was yours (though I will confess that I checked your left hand for a ring and was slightly encouraged by its absence), but whether he is or not (I was sincerely hoping he's your nephew or something like that), it's a clever way to attract women. As is standing in the middle of Victoria's Secret, looking just a little bit lost while your mother shops for panties. It brings out your sensative and conscientious side, which makes you even more adorable. I wanted to thank you for brightening my day, especially after my encounter with Grumpy Old Man Who Wanted to Buy Six of our Skimpiest Thongs (ewww!). I would have given you my number, or my scheduele for the rest of the week, but I didn't want to look too desperate. I decided to go out of my way to help your mother instead.

Anyway, on behalf of stressed and over-worked retail sales workers everywhere, thank you for gracing me with your adorableness and your concerned, sensative nature. I'll be working every evening except Wednesday this week, should you care to stop by again. And I'm sorry I didn't have a light for you, or any spare cigarettes or whatever you were looking for. If I ever take up smoking, I will personally hunt you down to offer you a light.

Sincerely,
Rebekah