The following day, Walter Young joined Charlie Swanson at his round Moka-House table. Sipping his dark roasted flavor of the day, he said, “I’m not sure what happened yesterday.”
“What happened my friend, is that you got side-whacked by two women who have a mission proving fat mirrors exist.” Charlie grinned and asked, “When is the shopping trip?”
“Today,” was the succinct reply.
Charlie missed a day with his coffee friends due to his long-awaited visit with his cardiologist, but he heard all about fat mirrors the next day.
“Missed you yesterday, Charlie,” Muriel Long greeted him. “You missed hearing about the whole fat mirror research excursion. Walter went with Annie and Violet to visit several boutiques and unisex clothing shops. Checked out the mirrors in each shop and came to a conclusion. He’s not telling us what he concluded but it’ll be in his article in Sunday’s ‘Around Our Town’ section of the ‘Victoria News’.” At that moment, Walter Young set his latte and mocha fudge brownie on the other side of Charlie. Violet Whitfield sat beside him with her almond croissant and Americano coffee.
“Missed you yesterday, Charlie,” Violet commented. “Did all go well with your specialist?”
“Annual checkup and I’m still ticking along like that Timex watch commercial.”
“Did Walter tell you about the shopping trip? He’s keeping it a secret on whether or not fat mirrors exist.”
Charlie smiled. “I must admit I’m curious about the plausibility of fat mirrors.”
“I have to tell you, Charlie,” Walter mumbled as he bit into his brownie. “Initially, I didn’t believe the ladies, but there’s nothing like a bit of research to prove or disprove a theory. Meanwhile, I’m enjoying my free desserts for a week. . .”
Charlie looked at him expectantly. “Surely you can give us a hint on whether fat mirrors actually exist?”
Taking another bite of his mocha fudge brownie, Walter chewed, swallowed and finally managed a comment. “I did get to visit a mirror shop and talked to the experts about the quality and tint of the glass used for mirrors. It was quite an education.” Shaking his head, Walter continued. “I can tell you that the quality and thickness of the mirror; the way it’s displayed; the size of the change-room and the lighting in the room all influences whether or not a customer looks great. Does the mirror have a delicate tint? Is it tilted or flat against the wall? These things are all part of the looking terrific game of selling.”
“We tried to get him to declare that fat mirrors do exist, but he won’t admit it yet,” Violet laughed. “Would you like another one of those mocha fudge brownies, Walter?”
“Yes, thanks Violet. I’m enjoying all my desserts but. . .” and making the familiar motions of zipping and locking his lips, Walter grinned and said, “But keep the pastry bribes coming, Violet. Everything will be explained in the Sunday article that I decided to call, “The Skinny on Fat Mirrors.”
“Catchy title, Walter. I’ll look forward to reading the piece on Sunday.” Smiling, Charlie collected the sections of newspapers he wanted to re-read, grabbed his sturdy walking stick, tipped his hat to his Moka-House coffee mates and cheerfully departed with a “Enjoy your day, my friends, but don’t stand in front of any fat mirrors!”