Jeans, t-shirt, Jays cap — she could be a movie star in town: she could be Sandra Bullock or Renée Zellweger or Angelina Jolie. But she didn’t have an entourage, she didn’t phone ahead, she just walked into the store and started looking around. After a few minutes she found some jeans she liked, but of course every pair on the rack was too small, so she had to find a clerk. A pinch-faced girl asked if she could help, and Gayle said, “Have you got these in my size?” “I don’t think so.” “Why don’t you find out.” Gayle watched the pinch-faced girl pinch it up even more and say she’d ask her manager, walking across the store like she was getting away from a bad smell. Gayle actually liked it, liked watching Pinchface when the manager said something to her and her eyes bugged out and she knew she’d have to come back and start sucking up. Still wasn’t getting old.
