“What the hell is that?” Sammy asked Bob, his young assistant manager. He pointed to corner pegboards displaying dozens of pairs of women’s sandals.
“Well, boss,” the young man said sheepishly, “I’m trying to make the best of a bad situation.”
“What situation?” Sammy said. “And where did all of those sandals come from?”
Remember last week when you asked me to order two dozen leather men’s wallets?” Bob said. “Well, I must have mistakenly tabbed over to women’s sandals on the computerized inventory program and ordered 200 pairs.”
“What?” Sammy yelled. “You ordered 200 pairs of women’s sandals instead of two dozen men’s wallets? But this is a men’s shop, you idiot.”
“I know, boss,” Bob said. “I screwed up. But I can fix this. I put an ad on our store’s Facebook page announcing a today-only, half-price, fall sale of women’s sandals — while supplies last.” Then Bob pointed to the front of the store. A long line of women shoppers were outside waiting for the doors to open.
Written for this week’s Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers prompt from Priceless Joy. Photo credit: Yarnspinnerr.