Sometimes you come across people who really drive you up a wall. I met one such person at the local fabric store.
The facts were these; I absolutely destroyed the bodice of the dress I’ve been working on, so I went to go pick up another yard of the fabric to redo it. There was a scrap of the fabric left on the bolt, maybe 3/4 yd if I squinted. But I needed the fabric. And it was all they had left in the store. So I took it up to the counter to measure.
I handed the fabric to the cutter, and she unfolded the fabric. And folded it so the two cut edges were together.
“A yard and a quarter,” she informed me
“I’m really sorry but you miss measured,” I said. “You should be measuring the length of the fabric, not the width”
She looked at me like I was mentally handicapped.
“Along the selvedge,” I explained.
“Who taught you to measure fabric?” She snapped. “It’s a yard and a quarter.”
I argued with her for half an hour. There were a whole bunch of problems in the store that day, and no manager in sight. If I hadn’t needed the fabric so badly I would have just gone home. But I DID need it. So before my very eyes, she cut a quarter of a yard off the selvedge.
Okay. Maybe she was new, and sometimes people make mistakes.
But then I bought an entire bolt of fabric, and asked her to measure it for me. She was displeased. On e she was done, I asked if she could just roll it back on to the bolt.
“No,” she snarled.
I persisted in getting a bolt for the fabric to be rolled on to. So she grabbed an empty bolt from a fabric hat was 20$ a yard, and scanned that bolt end. So my ten yards of 6$/yd fabric was suddenly 20$/yd. I couldn’t take it.
“Excuse me, but you scanned the wrong bolt,” I said, maybe a little more hostile than I intended.
What followed was another half our argument over who was right.
I won. Because she was wrong.
The moral of this story is that some people shouldn’t be allowed to wield scissors. Or to reign over the cutting counter. Or even touch fabric. Ever.
Beware the fabric store gremlins!!!!