I've worked a few places in my life. And they all have had their moments. But truly the most interesting jobs I've ever had is working at several antiques shops.
Confessions of an antiques store worker? No, you won't find anything too spicy here. Just mildly amusing or heartwarming. But then, just about anything amuses me or makes my heart melt.
Here's today's--Who Says Antiques Can't Be Fun?
My confessions come from working in Florence, the antiques capital of Colorado. No, I've never worked with either of the Keno brothers (pictured above), of Antiques Roadshow fame, but I did get to see them years ago in Denver at an Antiques Roadshow taping. And they are just as hyper and charming, jumping all around the furniture, in person as on TV.
Today I was working at ye olde antiques store and a father and daughter came in. He purchased a few old bottles and some Life magazines. He bought his daughter a nice, but inexpensive turquoise ring. She thanked him profusely.
I was warmed by it. Just observing a father and daughter out for a fun day was nice.
As I handed him his bag, he said," Today my wife is arriving in Florence, Italy. So when I talked to her I said, 'Well we are ALSO going to be in Florence today!'"
I chuckled. "Where are you all from?"
He said Colorado Springs, but he just had to come to Florence today--so he could feel a connection and make a little family joke and memory about them all being in Florence today, even though his wife was visiting their other daughter who was studying in Florence, Italy.
I said,"And that begs the question, which Florence is the better place to be today?"
He laughed, but I could tell he thought it was a tie, because each parent was sharing a special moment with their daughters in Florence, at almost the same moment.
That reminded me of my own experience. In the spring of 1986, I was finishing a year as a "graduate part-time instructor" in the English dept. at CU-Boulder.
ReplyDeleteI was cleaning out my closet-size office when the professor from across the hall asked me what my plans were.
"We're house-hunting in Florence," I said (in the end, my wife and I bought a little house in CaƱon instead).
"Oh!" she said, "I'm so happy for you!!"
Tick. Tick. Tick.
"No," I said, "Florence, Colorado."
Blank look.