Gwyneth Paltrow and Justin Timberlake - Good Customer Service
It was a lull in the day, and Gwyneth was humming along to the radio, turning it up when a rock song came on so she could sing along. She took some inventory, and attended to some customers, but she knew today would be a quiet one. Apparently no one was interested in buying toys or collars or leather pants today. She wasn't too upset about that, it wasn't like she didn't make a good profit, or that she really needed the money desperately as it was, in a lot of ways she felt she was providing a service rather than trying to run a business, even if she was very good at keeping it in the black.
She'd just decided to close up early and call it a day - it wasn't like she didn't have work to get done at home, and rehearsals tomorrow, and a million other things - when the door opened. So much for taking a few extra hours, although that might still happen.
She smiled when she saw who it was, though. She wasn't super close to Justin, but she'd met him a few times over the years, at parties and awards shows. "Hello, Justin, how can I help you today?" she asked him. "Though I'm sure you're not looking for something frilly. Unless of course it's for a lucky lady."
She'd just decided to close up early and call it a day - it wasn't like she didn't have work to get done at home, and rehearsals tomorrow, and a million other things - when the door opened. So much for taking a few extra hours, although that might still happen.
She smiled when she saw who it was, though. She wasn't super close to Justin, but she'd met him a few times over the years, at parties and awards shows. "Hello, Justin, how can I help you today?" she asked him. "Though I'm sure you're not looking for something frilly. Unless of course it's for a lucky lady."