Issue 6 2010 - TLS - Victoria University
Issue 6 2010 - TLS - Victoria University
Issue 6 2010 - TLS - Victoria University
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Rough Towels<br />
by Carolyn Sandford<br />
At the age of fourteen, going into the city on the train by yourself to a big department store to apply<br />
for a casual job was the thing to do.<br />
I worked at the Buckley and Nunn Emporium. Now it’s called, David Jones. On more than one<br />
holiday season, I was assigned to Manchester (downstairs). I spent at least two Christmas periods<br />
working there.<br />
Buckleys held their famous White Sale at Christmas. People came from all over the country to take<br />
advantage of the special offers. While the floor seemed extensive, I felt I knew where most things<br />
belonged. It was important for staff to know all about the stock. In familiarising ourselves with the<br />
products, their prices and location, as well as any overnight changes that occurred, staff should be able<br />
to answer any customer query.<br />
It was a busy morning on White Sale day. With quite a few sales already processed, I felt I was really<br />
earning my money. My desire to relax and do my own thing for forty-five minutes made a lot of sense.<br />
Lunchtime was never spent lunching. It was a genuine pastime then, to go browsing through the LPs<br />
in the upstairs ‘market’ of the Inn Shoppe. The time to go back always came by so swiftly. On the big<br />
clock against the back wall it showed 12:45. I took off.<br />
Rushing for the staff entry at the end of the laneway, I was hoping not to get caught by the floor<br />
lady as I quickly raced to my area. All was well, so I straightened my clothes and breathed a sigh of<br />
relief. And, as things go, without me even trying to sell, a lady walked right up, intent on making a<br />
significant purchase. She said she came from a farm property a few hours away and never missed the<br />
White Sale. She asked me where the towels were. I led her to towels arranged for a promotional display.<br />
Just as I was about to inform her of their merit, she caught me with a gentle tap on the arm.<br />
‘No! no! ‘These are no good.’<br />
I was stunned by her comment and she noticed my dismay. In a softer voice she quietly explained how<br />
soft towels never dry. She said they seemed to slide over your skin leaving a tacky film. The towels she<br />
wanted were an English brand and she knew they were here.<br />
After a walk around the display she took a package of two cream-coloured towels from underneath a<br />
nearby shelf—the bulk of the stock was kept on shelves. The cream coloured towels were protected by<br />
see-through plastic. She wanted to buy all of them. Turning one pack over, she opened them.<br />
‘Feel that!’ she said. They were indeed quite rough, but also beautifully made.<br />
In every linen cupboard that I have ever had, hidden from display, is my collection of well-worn, but<br />
neatly folded, rough towels.<br />
Carolyn Sandford is the VCAL Automotive Literacy teacher at VU.<br />
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