Artie Nielsen has a madness to the method. (notbenign) wrote in valarlogs,
It was shaping up to be a busy week for the Warehouse. There were three interviews to be done this week, and if he was being honest, he could probably afford to hire all of them. Business was doing surprisingly well despite the recession and Artie was still recovering from his back injury, so really, it'd probably be the prudent decision to have some help around the shop full-time. That didn't mean he was going to actually do it, though. Something about giving people free reign to put their paws all over his collection was vaguely terrifying.
There had been a few pickups to handle in the morning, but the afternoon was much slower. Artie was sitting on his stool behind the cash register, eating oatmeal raisin cookies and reading a newspaper, as was his routine. It took him a minute or two to register the little bell on the door ringing. When he did, he slowly got his creaky self of the stool and hobbled over towards his customer.
When he saw what the man was looking at, he smiled. "Now that's an interesting piece. It's a tobacco pouch, American, from the 1840s. It belonged to a man named George Donner, who was the head of the Donner party. Fascinating story, but gruesome."