There was something about her that caught her eye. Daisy could not quite place her finger on Rose’s captivating demeanor. She simply knew she must know more about Rose!
Rose looked up from her work, quickly pushing the papers to the side. She was focused so intently on her project that she hadn’t noticed Daisy approach her booth. Confused about why Daisy would leave her own booth she inquired, “Is there something I can do for you, Daisy is it?”
Daisy studied Rose more, now that she had a closer look at Rose. The bustle of passerby’s continued to drown not only Rose’s voice, but Daisy’s thoughts. Daisy blinked, blankly at a loss for words. “I was just curious,” she stammered. She continued to study Rose’s booth now that she was closer to it.
“I’m sorry?” Rose queried.
“Well, I’ve been watching you for the past few days now, and am baffled as to how you manage to maintain such an orderly fashion to your projects amongst the natural chaos here at these small booths that we have.”
Daisy found her question absurd; knowing that one criterion to her job at her booth was to create a sense of organization. She had the tax credit booth. Of all things, tax credit! But she was a natural at organization. Yet, Rose had the “bottomless pit of fun” booth. Daisy saw past vendors fail at the job within one to two days since the booth began two months ago. Keeping it orderly was a bigger challenge than it seemed.
The Bottomless Pit of Fun was comprised of juggling the messiest toys with the smallest attachments for young children, alongside intricate and detailed brain toys for youth and adults. Those toys were normally abandoned after being fully disassembled. The past workers would spend the following hours reassembling the various toys for the next customers. Amidst all the chaos, the main job for this booth’s vendor was to perform research of the patrons who stopped by the booth, and then report the statistics to the owner at the end of each week!
Rose thought momentarily, and then grinned at Daisy. “I’m normally entirely sloppy.
Some would call me a buffoon!” She chuckled at herself. “But someone who cares deeply about me challenged me to find and keep a job for at least a month that stretches my orderliness deficiency completely.”
Daisy’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened. “You’re joking, right?”
“I wish I were, but here I am, right?”