Storyteller

At first glance, a heavyset amorphous
impression and you look away for
here there is nothing to see, could be
either gender, man or woman in a
service occupation there to tend to
your interest in an occupation that
extols the virtue of servitude in the
fawning expression that the client
is always right. Wrong. Yes, their job
is to please the customer's whims and
wants through gentle, some might say
obsequious guidance. But this woman
for such she was; homely, ungainly
possessed a voice of her very own
and nor did she hesitate to inform
of such, expounding, explaining
hazarding the fine balance of the
privileged client-server relationship.
Discreet counsel clearly not her
style as she confidently launched
her well-travelled persona while
expeditiously doing service to her
employment. And you found your
attention swerving from the product
of sale to the cadence of her voice and
the utterly unrelated topic of her choice
not yours, giving unstinting attention
to her casual but deep exposition of
an experienced mind in the body of
one who has met fortune head on in
a display of virtuosic storytelling.